The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
(Pt. 1 in my “Black and White Videos of the 90’s” Day)
This is really a unique jam, a mish-mash of sounds. Blending the sounds of the 60’s, 70’s, a dash of the 80’s, and 90’s for sure. You don’t usually hear vibes mixed with record scratches and a theramin. But it just works, and everytime I hear the melody and instrumentation of the chorus, I just appreciate pop music more.
Not bad for a squirrely George Harrison knock-off in an oversized sweatshirt. Didn’t bands in the 90’s have stylists? Jesus. I do miss the mini retro-sound revival that came out of England in 90’s, though. (I’m looking at you, Spacehog). It just felt right.