".... The car stopped on a dime. Unfortunately, the dime was in Mr. Rococco's Pocket...." and other great moments.
If you don't know Firesign Theater, then a) your soul is empty and b) you won't know who Peter Bergman is/was.
And now, go get and ingest some hallucinatory substances and listen, in no particular order, to the following: How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're and This Side and Don't Crush That Dwarf Hand Me the Pliers and Everything You Know Is Wrong and Waiting for the Electrician Or Someone Like Him and Firesign Theatre's Box of Danger and misplaced oxford comma I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus.
That is all. If you were a faster reader, you'd be done with this blog post by now.
Hat Tip, Claudia Sawyer.
Damn. Will have to have a Firesign party.
Pizza to go? You've got the wrong man. I spell my name Danger.
"Right after I graduate I'm going to cut the soles off my
shoes, sit in a tree, and learn to play the flute."
Dang. Time to bust out the collection and play them again. They're much, much funnier when you're stoned but even though I don't any more at least I can remember how it was then.
For those of us with adult kids, Firesign Theater has been a great way to show them that their generation didn't invent weird. And to make the fact that we did inhale a bit more real to them. I gave my boys a set to play on the long drive back to school when they were 20. Got some very interesting looks the next time I saw them.
I'm glad I'm not as old as you guys must be. I was in high school in the late 60's and we hid our addiction to Firesign. People thought you were crazy to run into a sandstone building (ouch!)
EMW@2 "Pizza to go" should read "no anchovies?"
I was born in the late 70's, a bit after these records first came out, but my Dad had several of them which I listened to in the 80's. They came out with a whole new album in 2000 which, it seemed, I was the only one in my social circle that was thrilled about it.
Just such wonderful wordplay. "It's a butte. - No, it's a mound. - And right purty too... can you move it?"
Or just nonsequitors that tweek something in my head: "A nice, tall, cold glass of meat."
Wierd non-overt references to more erudite things, like Zeno's paradox as well. Man, they were good. Stoned into their minds.
I'm sad to see time catch up with them.
Madison WI has the pizza chain Rocky Rococco. So, pizza for dinner, with some wine, and replay some Firesign. Sad.
I was enjoying a hit of mescaline and making sand-cast candles when a friend dropped by with a Firesign album. My jaw dropped to about the level of my navel.
I never did mescaline again, but I became addicted to the Firesign Theater. To this day, my wife and I still occasionally toss their lines at each other. They were a reminder that genius exists in this world.
"He's no fun, he falls right over."
Great memories from college radio station days.
"Bombs away, dad! Morning, mom! Hot dog, groat cakes again! Heavy on the 30-weight, mom!"
NICK: I headed down the hall in the opposite direction, toward the fire escape. I hadn't a moment to lose...
LT. BRADSHAW: Hey, Danger! Where's the fire?
NICK: In your eyes, Lieutenant Bradshaw.
LT. BRADSHAW: Don't get wise with me, Peeper.
You're lucky we didn't burn you on the Anselmo pederasty case.
RÃ¼yada bir aÃ§Ä±lÄ±Åta bulunmak veya bir aÃ§Ä±lÄ±Åa davet edilmek sevinÃ§li habere iÅarettir. Bir yerin aÃ§Ä±lÄ±ÅÄ±nÄ± yapmak, insanlarÄ±n hayrÄ±na olan bir iÅin, gÃ¼zel gÃ¼nlerin kÄ±sa sÃ¼rede geleceÄine iÅarettir
Doctor, give him the antidote! Doctor.....?
"It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop, and reading my name on the glass of my office door--"regnaD kciN.""
Nick Danger was great but I think my favorite vignette was "Beat the Reaper", their send-up of the game shows so popular at the time.
"Welcome to side six, as we learn three new words in Turkish: towel, bath, border..."