Sunday Vinyl (Part 2)

So we survived the downtown Ridgefest Summer Festival.  That means we saw some classic cars, browsed some over priced kitschy shit, ate a couple East Indian potato pancake thingees, sucked back a pint of the Last Ride Loganberry Saison at The Sanctuary and successfully avoided being handed off a “Jesus Stick” by the local Christian farmer cult.  I did however, find this treasure (one of two actually) at local The Frugal Dutchman (is there another type?) crap shop along the main drag and that’s what I’m enjoying now, ‘The Hindenburg‘ (1975) soundtrack.


As far as I’m concerned, this is the  mother load when it comes to my collection of Airplanes, Bitches! albums.  Especially when you consider that it’s unwrapped and practically in brand spanking new condition.

Possibly the best part of the film (yes, I’ve seen the film), David Shire’s score for The Hindenburg disaster captures the very Wagnerian mood and feel the infamous doomed flight.  ‘The Main Title‘  is very memorable and gives the feeling of lighter-than-air travel that we’ll likely never see again (and, for obvious reasons, likely never should).  When used at the end of the film, it becomes almost a musical eulogy as the ship fades into the clouds.  Oh, and just when you thought no one could ever top Mel Brooks’ ‘Springtime for Hitler‘, here comes Shire with a lovely song that accentuates Hitler’s positive traits in ‘There’s a Lot to be Said About the Fuehrer‘.


This particular album is made all the more special seeing as how it also contains an excerpt from Herb Morrison’s eyewitness 1937 broadcast of the Holocaust.

It’s riveting stuff, let me tell you.

Maybe not something you’ll ever put on at parties but laying here on my back nursing my headache, it’s as good entertainment as I’m ever going to get.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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