Showing posts with label bizarre records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bizarre records. Show all posts

January 24, 2014

2014: The Reckoning


Brought to you by the most racist candy ever made...

Kitty-cat related advertising for now-defunct soft drinks...

The original cast of The Facts Of Life...

The Smylie Family...

My beloved Hee Haw lunchbox....

A scrumptious Swanson TV dinner...

And my favorite random 1975 photo of all time.

I'm back, bitches.



December 8, 2011

Sounds Good To Me



Please tell me that that is not a white-gloved Black Man serving cocktails to Mr. and Mrs. Whitey as their little brat languishes on Santa's lap.  And was Santa auditioning for a Thomas Dolby video?  "Science!"

August 10, 2009

C'est un monde se balançant, le bébé!

Probably 1959

It's difficult to find a date for this album, but it is undoubtedly the soundtrack for his Broadway show of the same name.

May 18, 2009

Bringing You A Little Sunshine In Matching Contemporary Casuals From The 1973 Montgomery Ward "Monsanto Chic" Collection For This Monday


Mom, Dad, and for the young ladies, their heartthrob son with an afro the likes of which have not been seen since Dwayne...or possibly Shirley...on What's Happening.

December 13, 2008

Still Dithering About What To Get That Special Someone This Holiday Season?



Featuring three men in their very best Sears-Roebuck Toughskins casuals, and a middle-aged woman slowly being devoured by a wild furry animal of some sort.  It's a real shame, too;  a waste of a perfectly good hairdo, 'cause you know she got her 'do done before the photo shoot. 

"Okay now, folks, we're gonna look to the left this time.  We don't want to be confused with those Swedish folks with the disco record that's so popular right now with the hoodlums who haven't been saved."

June 9, 2008

Now I Know What To Ask Ken For When My Birthday Rolls Around


What's NOT to love about this album cover?  From the man wearing a mesh tank top and cutoffs to the woman's alluring winged eyeshadow and dark roots, from his Ron Jeremy moustache to her artfully hiding the track marks that no doubt adorn her scrawny pasty forearms, from the furniture and decor that looks like it belongs in the office of some shady unsavory Hollywood "agent" you would see in some ABC Afterschool Special starring Bert Convy as the pervert and all of the rejected girls from the first season of The Facts Of Life to the "explicitly illustrated" how-to book that you know were sketched by the same guy who did The Joy Of Sex and made all the dudes have hippie beards and all the chicks have hairy armpits...it's perfection.
I must own it.  It belongs in a frame on the wall of my living room.