He Is Very Heavily Armed And Legged

williamswatson_twoforprice.pngI’ve run across three different mentions of Johnny Watson in the past twenty-four hours and I need no further signals to fish out Larry Williams & Johnny Watson’s 1967 album Two For The Price Of One and that absurdly amazing album cover. “Mercy Mercy Mercy” is the one song that most people know (though it’s probably the Buckinghams’ later cover), but the winner is the titanic “Too Late” – two minutes twenty of warp speed LA soul that gave those Wigan kids a kick in the head.

Office Naps posts Williams & Watson’s “Nobody” – one of the early psychedelic soul experiment and/or exploitation tracks that followed in the wake of the Chambers Brothers’ “Time Has Come Today.” Williams & Watson teamed up with none other than David Lindley and his fellow sitar and saz hippies in Kaleidoscope. I had no idea this record existed and my world is significantly better for it. Even odds says that Tarantino is going to mine this (or anything off of the Okeh label) for a future soundtrack. Hell, their story even sounds like a Tarantino movie. Copy/pasting from the Office Naps post:

Larry Williams’s career began in the early ‘50s as a session pianist at Cosimo Matassa’s New Orleans recording studios. He briefly joined Lloyd Price’s band, and thereafter earned a name for himself as an R&B shouter with late ‘50s hits like “Short Fat Fannie,” “Bony Moronie,” “Bad Boy” and “Dizzy Miss Lizzy” on the great Specialty label. In the early ‘60s, Williams relocated to the West Coast, there working as a producer and A&R man for Okeh (Columbia Records’ R&B subsidiary) and a handful of other California labels. Never quite able to revive his early successes as a recording artist, Williams lived out the sort of disreputable life that you expect of the echt R&B musician, succumbing to a gunshot wound in 1980 that, depending on who you ask, was not necessarily self-inflicted.

When Williams’ friend, the multi-instrumentalist Johnny Watson, arrived in early ‘50s Los Angeles, he’d already gigged with Houston bluesmen like Johnny Copeland and Albert Collins. Still in his teens, Watson toiled in Los Angeles as a session guitarist and, a year or two later, he’d begin making – now as Johnny “Guitar” Watson – a string of gutsy R&B singles. These included, amongst many others, the stratospheric 1954 instrumental “Space Guitar,” his autobiographical “Gangster of Love” (re-recorded in 1963 and again in 1978), and his biggest ‘50s hit, the swamp pop-flavored “Those Lonely, Lonely Nights.” Watson would continue recording and performing in the ‘60s in a more uptown, sophisticated soul style. It wouldn’t be until the ‘70s that Watson would finally find his enduring fame, however, with his funky Southern blues persona: the “Gangster of Love.”

In the mid-‘60s Williams and Watson joined briefly together for a few fine duet releases on the Okeh label. There were obvious similarities in their career trajectories up to this point. Both were hardened, Gulf Coast-born R&B musicians. Both maintained ties to the criminal underworld: as a musician, Watson earned money on the side as a pimp (or vice-versa, according to Peter Guralnick), and Williams had a criminal record for dealing drugs and extensive involvement, it was rumored, in prostitution.

While looking for information to post to the recently revived Watson thread on ILX, I ran across a Metafilter post listing some goodies on YouTube – the best being this unreal version of “Gangster Of Love” (the YouTube poster disabled embedding on this, so you might need to go to the page directly)

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jk31242CnkU[/youtube]

Do not try to apprehend – simply say “it’s cool.”

Watson died in 1996 while on stage in Japan. Apparently, he said that where he wanted to be when it happened.

Eliza The Twittering Denial Of Service Attack

Twitter has been buzzworthy for several months now, and I’m shocked, SHOCKED that someone hasn’t yet set up a Twitterbot that posts blocks of spam. For that matter, why haven’t we seen any kind of Twitter/Jaiku/etc. bot? It seems like a trivial off-the-shelf prank for the taking…

Set up a suitably trendy profile (“Hi, I’m lonelygirl16. I’m a undergraduate architecture student in Aachen who loves old watches and the art of Jim Flora. Be my Twitter Follower”), load up the mad-libs generator with enough nouns, verbs, places, and phrases to keep the Army Of The Easily Entertained going and let ‘er rip. Run the bot for a couple months then reveal yourself with a hearty backslapping “PSYCH!” as you enjoy your moment of fame in the “Wired/Tired/Expired” column.

What gives Darknet denizens? I’m disappointed in you guys.

Nukes vs. Zeppelins vs. Pterodactyls

A couple of worthy stories over on Airminded. The first comes from a DOE atomic bomb test in 1957 to see what would happen if a Navy airship was used to deliver a nuclear depth charge.

In short, the bomb wins:

Nuke vs. Blimp

The second story concerns the latter days of Hammer Films in the early 1970s and an unmade film with the working title Zeppelin vs Pterodactyls.

The story was along the lines of THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT, with a German Zeppelin being blown off-course during a bombing raid on London and winding up at a “lost continent”-type place.

The Land That Time Forgot is still essential viewing here whenever I run across it, but Zeppelin vs. Pterodactyls would have obsoleted it instantly. Hammer only got as far as commissioning up a poster to attract investors, but holy cow what a poster!

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Microgramma font is instant Stendhal syndrome for me.

Would you like to play a game?

Following on from the previous post about hobby World War III, I have to admit that WarGames is one of the few things I consider to be capital-GS Geek Scripture. I can’t think of anything more custom designed (computer hacking, nuclear war, Ally Sheedy, cranky scientist hermit, pranking the government, victory via brains instead of strength) to laser beam into my 18 year old reptile brain. Certainly meant much more to me in 1983 than the end of Star Wars.

Anyway, I’ve always wanted to play Global Thermonuclear War and twenty-four years later, I finally can. Thanks for the port Ambrosia Software. It’s the first game that’s held my attention since the days of Diablo II and can be relatively quick enough to play during a lunch break from work.

Here’s a screenshot (it’s the Big Board!) for Jonson, as South America is about to get pounded by the Imperialist Yanqui Pig-Dogs.

DEFCON

Model Arms Race

I used to joke that the SRL/Make Magazine crowd would rule the Earth after World War III, but after seeing this radio controlled missile transport and launcher in action I’m not going to joke about them anymore.

Obviously they need to hook up with this guy who built a radio controlled B-52.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbITzCI2AU0[/youtube]

The only thing missing is a radio controlled Slim Pickens whooping it up. Of course, if a scale WWIII isn’t your cup of tea you can try your hand at recreating Dr. Strangelove using common household objects.

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