Saturday Music for the Dirty Hippies

In honor of the 40th anniversary of the Woodstock Concert, THE FUTURIST! is posting some revolutionary music from that generation. This tune is being presented with a video supplied by Solomon Whootiz, a member of the band Marcel Proust's Mustache. Solomon wanted to relive the Woodstock experience but was afraid to drop acid or shoot any chemicals into his body. Solomon pondered this for a few minutes and conferred with haiku and the other members of the band. THE FUTURIST! suggested that he have a martini or two and allow someone to hit him on the side of his head with a piece of sheet rock. Solomon agreed. Below you will see Solomon's view from the ground as he laid on his back in his backyard in the neighboring town of Ennui, NJ. The Seussonoras Labs cerebral time magnifier was attached to his head and then wired to a video camera and then placed in his hands. It fits perfectly with the song. As an added treat haiku poured water and mud on him and screamed occasionally. Young Sun Compton, obessed graphic designer and creator of THE FUTURIST!'s logo, wanted to add an accompanying font to the video, but was denied, as was the hash at lunch that day ... oh, not hash as in hashish ... no ... hash as in food. The corned beef had an odd odor.



SOMETHING IN THE AIR
performed by Thunderclap Newman

See You Next Wednesday!

Saturday Music in a Jittery Sci-Fi Manner

Strange things come our way. In recent history, THE FUTURIST! was led down the path of quirk and bizarre to discover this song and these skinny be-sweatered musicians called TO MY BOY. Here they are in a setting that resembles either a Stanley Kubrick film set or the test wind tunnel of Seussonoras Labs. Take some Dramamine with your gin and tonic before viewing; they hop and bounce and induce dizziness in their spastic possibly neuro-damaged performance. Here's a tip of the hat that THE FUTURIST! never wears to Simon Abrams for his recommendation of this musical duo.




THE GRID
performed by To My Boy

See You Next Wednesday!

Rancho Libido

"Tucson, if THE FUTURIST! returns this week,
I'll first have sex with you and then Garret ...
if he doesn't come back this week,
I'll first have sex with Garret and then you.
If he's late and doesn't arrive until next week,
well, I'll have sex with myself ...
which should prove to be much more enjoyable than
with either of you two dullards."

"Boys, if that there FUTURIST! fella rides into town soon,
I'll saddle each one of ya up and have my way with ya!
You're first, Slick! You think you're saddle sore now,
from riding across county, well, fella, you just wait! Yup!"

"If THE FUTURIST! makes his presence known

in these parts by week's end, I, Judge Mason T. MacIntire,

will have immensely satisfying carnal knowledge with my moustache!!"

Being Missed by Van Der Beek

James Van Der Beek is very distressed
over the fact that THE FUTURIST!
has not been posting more entries on this blog.
THE FUTURIST! apologizes to him and all others
that may have visited only to find
"scheduled" postings of regular features.
THE FUTURIST! has been preoccupied
and away from Utter Despair,
but still in utter despair.
He promises to get his sh*t together.

Saturday Music to Swing, Baby

Today feels like a Burt Bacharach Day. In honor of this inexplicable feeling, THE FUTURIST! posts this Saturday Music entry ... the theme song from the film of the same name Promise Her Anything; sung with 60s gusto and bravado by the iconic Tom Jones.

Listen:



PROMISE HER ANYTHING
performed by Tom Jones