A brown vehicle, surprisingly tasteful in its wildly gothic external decor, stops at a light. Amid the various brownish skulls and headstones adorning the SUV-ish car, I spot a sign saying “Thank You For Your Patience During Our Remodel,” and the active rear window wiper has been fashioned into a waving hand. Inspired by two comely girls waiting on the corner, the driver rolls down his passenger window, and out blares “Break on Through” by The Doors. Accompanying the song is a lip-synching monkey puppet, singing to the girls, who squeal and delight in this spontaneity.
This is an example of shit that happens in Portland every day, and why I adore it.
The local station that plays semi-oldies (mostly 70’s stuff but not the heavies; a lot of one-hit wonders like Sniff n’ the Tears) also plays the old broadcasts of American Top 40 with Casey Kasem each Sunday. Tuning in, I caught this tune entering the countdown at number 40. Instant diggage. Also, I love the name of their band. I can just see them sitting around a campfire trying to come up with a name, and one of the dying embers flares up. The bassist says, “Flaming Ember! That’s us, guys. That’s us.”
I could rant against the ridicule of the slow here, but I’ll just go ahead and conclude this is more entertaining than the disaster porn that is 2012. Actually, it pretty hilarious. More of Hey, That’s Awesome! here.
Your Eyes Will GLAZE…
via Mental Floss and their great roundup of B movies.