There’s a squidboy on the ceiling,
As my chandelier’s revealing.
Though I offer him Darjeeling
Teas, I know he has been stealing
Cheese, I think he is concealing
Fleas, I find him unappealing.
Wherefore “Skeet!”? Who is the dashing headless swashbuckler?
I don’t remember. I drew it seven years ago and just got around to erasing the pencils and coloring…
I organized my Record Collection last Sunday. Yeah, Record Collection. And does anybody really need 46 Hawaiian albums? No, but it happens, apparently.
Anyway, I had to remove these 3 for having hideously masticated or totally missing records. Tragic.
I can imagine a lost party where they’d play one after another; start out rollicking with Joe “Fingers” Carr and some off-color jokes, segue into Gleason with some classy caviar-suspended-in-green-jello hors d’œuvres, and send the guests home drinking out of coconuts…
“Bar Room Piano” and “Tawny” are undersized 10″ records, and probably that was more than enough of either, from what I heard of them before I snatched them off the turntable to save my stylus. Martin Denny’s Quiet Village, however- I’d listen to that anytime I could get ahold of a coconut.