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here’s a halloween saftey video that was made in 1977. the narrator says that kids should cut the eye holes bigger in their masks (or not wear masks at all), and wear costumes that won’t get them run over by a car. that year i dressed like a bum. a big thanks goes to the retroist for finding this video.

last weekend jenny & i drove down to joplin to celebrate october birthdays with steve, mom, jane, and marylynn. this pic was taken at the japanese steak house just north of the mall. later we teed off at the driving range.

a couple of weeks ago farmer steve asked if i would be interested in bringing beep goes the weasel to the plaza art fair. i said “sure!” and set up the produce, theremin, and other oddities in an alley next to eden alley (located inside unity temple). zoey and emma (above) played the theremin along with me and the volca beats… which is basically a fancy drum machine.

i am addicted to the mortified podcast. a new one goes up every monday– except for two weeks ago when they took a day off. here’s a portion of the podcast i heard this morning featuring jessica wassil. it was uploaded yesterday. as posted on the RSS feed: “The Mortified Podcast is a storytelling series where adults share the embarrassing things they created as kids– diaries, letters, lyrics & beyond– in front of total strangers.”

here in the midwest an overcast day can ignore the numbers on a clock, and basically render them useless. if it’s 8:00 and you can’t see the sun, a.m. and p.m. don’t exist. morning, noon, and dusk are words that matter when you can see the sun, they don’t mean a thing when it’s overcast for 12 hours. conditions were like this yesterday and today.

last night jenny & i watched a dean martin celebrity roast via youtube. the man of the week was johnny carson. jenny reminded me that she wasn’t allowed to watch the celebrity roasts when they originally aired in the 1970′s. everyone in front of the camera was smoking and drinking, and her parents didn’t like that kind of influence. i remember watching these roasts and laughing the hardest when foster brooks (above) got up to say anything. in last night’s video, he confused the word “innuendo” for an italian proctologist.

i know the blog posts are thinning out, but only because the beeping gigs have thickened up. last saturday beep goes the weasel was part of the backyard bash at the spencer museum in lawrence. the weather was great, and kids were swinging at acorn piñatas. we were on after à la poupèe and the chine-collès. they were a three piece band that played songs about printmaking. two wednesdays ago we were under the clocktower during the farmer’s market teaching kids how to play with food– and today we are returning to the scene of the crime! we’ll be back on santa fe in a few hours (10:30am). i’ll procure some produce from some hapless vendor and wire it up to a laptop again.

last week i bought two roland VT-3 voice transformers with money left over from the rocket grant fund. one is for angie (her birthday is in a couple of days), and the other is for me. we’re pushing beep goes the weasel further into a robotic realm. i made this recording friday afternoon by turning the pitch knob all the way down. i wanted my voice to sound like it was coming from to the deepest nether regions known to man.

mortified “celebrates stories revealed through the strange and extraordinary things we created as kids.” if you go to a live mortified show you will “witness adults sharing their most embarrassing childhood artifacts (journals, letters, poems, lyrics, plays, home movies, art) with others, in order to reveal stories about their lives. mortified is an experience that can be seen live on stage, or heard on a weekly podcast @ getmortified.com. at a recent show carmen nobel sang this song that she wrote back in high school to impress her chemistry teacher.

yesterday beep goes the weasel played under the clock tower in old overland park during the farmer’s market! this was the view from our side. a bunch of 5-year-olds from kiddi kollege were practically chanting “we want the show!” near the end of the first set we taught them how to play eggplant drums as we sang if you’re happy and you know it make a beat. let’s just admit it, playing with food is way cooler than clapping your hands. especially if that food sounds like a drum kit. i bought the eggplants from jarred juhl. he was one of the farmers selling produce under the pavilion.