All of you who are children of the sixties like me, who were at Woodstock like me*, check this video out. Achieve enlightenment.
I gotta gotta La-Z-Boy, I’m afraid.
Hoggify!
RR
[size=1]*Well, I’m a child of the sixties in that I was born in 1961. And I didn’t so much go to Woodstock as I did like Woodstock (the Peanuts) version). I do like Joe Cocker, though.
This made the rounds a while back, but it’s well worth another look. Hilarious!!
I’m exhausted from laughing.
Thanks for that one.
This is one of those “small stroke of genius” moments that makes life so damn wonderful!
Ow ow ow, freakin’ hysterical for this former love child!
Can that be downloaded somehow?
Oh, thank you so much. While we were watching American Idol last week, my wife commented on how much Kris reminded her of Joe Cocker.
“…ummm…what?” was my reasoned reply (please note that she was born nearly 10 years after Woodstock).
After much back and forth, we figured out that she was talking about a different singer named Joe with a different but slightly similar last name (which escapes me at the moment). I tried to explain to her just how utterly fucked up Joe Cocker was, but couldn’t quite get it right. This is just the visual aid I needed. Thank you…
That was a treat to watch, a wonderful treatment of one my favorite tunes. Unfortunately, I think joe would have been like that without any influential substances.
I’m in the office and don’t have audio, so I haven’t clicked the link.
What is it?
It’s a clip of Cocker doing With a Little Help From my Friends at Woodstock, complete with subtitles that seem to accurately describe what he is wailing.
Partial excerpt:
Ooh, hey hen, let’s say I want a tidal wave . . . Do I go naked before my friends?
(Do you need anybody?)
I did some Wonder loaf.
(Could it be anybody?)
What about in this turbine?
Whoa, I left the river out and I don’t know why.
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Pure gold.
RR