Showing posts with label bird calls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bird calls. Show all posts

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Wet dreams in the jungle





There are days, and this is one of them, when I am totally fed up with the internet. What started off as a potentially invaluable source of information has become a vast juggernaut, with useful stuff increasingly buried by the crap that is posted every day (and hardly anything is ever taken down). The more this stuff accumulates, the harder it is to find anything, which is ironic but is never mentioned. I won't get into the racism, the ranting, the hiding in the bluff behind cover of anonymity, so you can say any damn hateful thing you want. 

But once in a while, you find the end of a thread, and you think, hmm, maybe it's not so freaking useless after all. The old magic returns, if only for a moment.





For years, a thought would come into my head, I'd rack my brains fruitlessly for a while, then give up and let the thought slide back into oblivion. It had to do with Tarzan. More specifically, Tarzan movies. More specifically than that, the Tarzan movies that used to come on TV on Saturday afternoons.

It was some sort of a Tarzan series, and I am sure the movies were badly butchered, but we didn't care because we had nothing to compare them to. Certainly we didn't get to see the erotic swimming sequence (did anyone? I find it hard to believe it wasn't cut from theatrical versions) from Tarzan and his Mate. They probably even censored the crocodile-wrasslin' scenes with their sped-up film and elaborate editing (to make it look as if an actual crocodile were involved) because they were too violent for the kiddies in the 1960s.





The series had some sort of title card with palm trees and birds and stuff on it, and there was this music. It was the weirdest stuff, because it seemed to have animal sounds in the background. Bird calls and stuff. There was very little actual music involved, just atmosphere. A piano was playing, and someone was rhythmically scraping something. You only got to hear a snippet of it while The Tarzan Show title card came on, but they'd also play a bit of it after commercial breaks (and there were a lot of them).





So was this, as they say, "a thing"? Did it still exist, could I find it?  How do you find something like this when the clues are so vague? I just started googling terms like "music with birds in background" and "bandleader who uses bird sounds" (for in retrospect, it's obvious this was some sort of lounge music). I was astounded at how quickly I scored a hit. Soon I was playing a video with this cheesy, lounge-y, '50s-style music, about as exotic as Dorothy Lamour in a sarong, which I had not heard in - um - four, or - seven, or - a lot of years. 





What made me laugh is the realization that those aren't even bird sounds - they're band members squeeee-ing and hooting and rattling to sound like birds. Could have fooled me. I have no plans to cultivate a taste for the genre, which is called exotica (and here I always thought that had something to do with sex!). But at least now I know what it is. The internet still has the power to inform.





I don't know if Martin Denny got any royalties for The Tarzan Show, but probably not - they likely just stuck the record on and hoped for the best. As is almost always the case, I can't find any information on the actual video, which I think is quite lovely. Who knows how many times it has been pirated and passed around. But isn't that what the internet is all about?






Monday, April 25, 2016

Coolest thing ever: click on the link!








































http://www.dnr.state.mn.us/mcvmagazine/bird_songs_interactive/index.html

And your bird can sing. Click on the link to get the interactive poster. Click on each bird and watch your cat go crazy. (Note. Make sure you don't mouse away from the bird or it will stop singing. Leave the cursor over it. Some of the songs go on for half a minute or so!)


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Feelin' jerky? Homoerotica from the bird sanctuary


Wednesday January 06, 2016

Oregon activist Ryan Bundy compares government to slave master with whip

An armed, self-styled militia group has been occupying a federal wildlife refuge in Oregon since Saturday night. Calling themselves the Citizens for Constitutional Freedom, the group is led by sons of Cliven Bundy, a Nevada rancher who has engaged previously in armed standoffs with the federal government.





Ryan Bundy, one of the sons of Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy, speaks with a reporter at Malheur National Wildlife Refuge on Wednesday, Jan. 6, 2016, near Burns, Ore. With the takeover entering its fourth day Wednesday, authorities had not removed the group of roughly 20 people from the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge in eastern Oregon's high desert country. (Rick Bowmer/Associated Press)




These news items blur the line between satire and psychosis. There is no doubt in my mind we're witnessing history here. That is what moved me to make the very first, and very likely ONLY, Citizens for Constitutional Freedom Blingee!


Others have discovered an even more powerful means of honouring this well-nigh-impossible-to-believe historic standoff: Bundy homoerotic fanfic!






(Lots more here!):

https://twitter.com/hashtag/bundyeroticfanfic?src=hash




POST-POST BLATHER. I just keep finding new dimensions of this excruciating story. Though my first Blingee was poetic and beautiful, even heart-touching, it omitted several key details: mainly, they weren't blastin' their guns, goldern it! "Hey, Cletus! Did-jall run ahta ammo?"

So this one, I hope, addresses those former deficiencies, and augments the bird-sanctuary ambience of the standoff. That slow-flying dove had better watch its feathery little back. Surely it's a spy for Obama! Such corrupt Democratic symbols won't be tolerated on sacred American ground.




Oh all right, just ONE more. . . 





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