Showing posts with label groucho marx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groucho marx. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2020

How Not to Wear a Mask

 

For some reason, in the heat of the night I began to watch old eps of What's My Line (US version). Just the mysterious celebrity parts. And Groucho was being the expected iconoclast, and refused to wear his blindfold properly. 

Groucho has always reduced me to laughter, usually with little effort on his part. Seeing this picture, however, I went all Queen Victoria on him. After all these months, and all the sickness and death across the world, the fact that so many people still refuse to wear masks, or if they must then do not wear them properly, is utterly disheartening. 

It doesn't work unless we ALL do it.

It doesn't work unless we all do it PROPERLY.

In what kind of world do we live when, instead of feeling that this is something we can do for each other, people feel oppressed?

The numbers are starting to rise again folks, and the autumn's not far away. Better get your haircuts asap and maybe invest in a bidet before the lockdown returns.

Or perhaps just wash your hands and wear a bloody mask.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

what about groucho?!


ok so there are vigils for the 30th anniversary of the death of elvis presley. it is hard for me to admit that i remember that week in 1977. of course i was practically an embryo in those days. i've been to graceland. i know the words to 'teddy bear'. but just three days after the unfortunate demise of the king, my absolute hero at that time also died.

WHERE ARE THE VIGILS FOR GROUCHO?!

if i could stay awake any longer, i'd light some candles (i have a few odd chanukah ones i've been saving for something), or at least recite some favourite lines.

here are the lyrics for "lydia the tattooed lady".

that's all i have to say. if you want to know more about him, google is the place to go.

ps one of the highlights of my recent visit to times square was finding a cd i've been seeking for many years - the music of 'a day in hollywood/a night in the ukraine'. i mentioned it some time ago upon the death of dick vosburgh. anyway, thank you to the man in the marriott who sent me to the colony music shop. the second half of the show is a musical version of 'the bear' by anton chekhov as sung by the marx brothers. am listening to it right now - "i'm samovar the lawyer!" :-)