You can ask Uri Geller about his special powers, he will be delighted to tell you all about them. You can ask him about his charity work, he will happily give you the details. You can ask him about his friendship with Michael Jackson, he will speak eloquently and sincerely on the matter. But if you ask him about his 1974 album, and what the fuck he was thinking, HE WILL NOT ANSWER YOU.
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Showing posts with label Records. Show all posts
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
Saturday, 8 November 2014
BAUCH TUCKER
Ein
interessantes Artefakt aus einer lange verschwundenen Ära zu präsentieren, wenn
Menschen behandelt Übung als etwas beschämend Aktivität hinter verschlossenen
Türen - und "in das absolute Minimum Bekleidung' durchgeführt warden - die K-TEL MULTI TRAININGSGERÄT – AUF DEUTSCH!
Es ist tragisch, aber wir haben eine Sammlung davon. Wir haben auch 'Krieg
der Welten' von einem Spanier lesen. Es ist zu spät für uns, aber vielleicht
unserem Beispiel sparen andere.
Wie
auch immer, zu erhalten, sich fit halten, das ist ein Befehl.
Saturday, 26 October 2013
TUMMY TUCKER
Presenting an interesting artefact from a long vanished era when people treated exercise as a slightly shameful activity to be conducted behind closed doors - and 'in the absolute minimum of clothing': THE K-TEL MULTI EXERCISER.
There's nothing erotic about the instructions, but they do, in best British style, sound smutty, and you can imagine Robin Askwith gurning through the window as a slightly chubby woman in her pants pulls a rope attached to the back of a door which alternately raises her arms and legs in a jerky approximation of sexual frenzy.
The music adds to the self-effacing comedy of it all, jolly, jaunty, shrill and silly. This is Old School Keep Fit, not a mirror, isotonic drink, or pair of £150 trainers in sight.
Best of all, there is no cachet in exercising in this way, no early starts, punishing routines, burns to feel or broken personal bests to relay to bored colleagues and friends - especially as, about two weeks after buying the thing, it inevitably went back into the box for twenty years before being sold at a car boot sale, at which point the whole sorry cycle started again.
Here's a contemporary advert that emphasises the DIY bondage elements of the device.
Remember, you can use it 'at home or in the office', so don't forget to take it to work on Monday. All you need is a waist level doorknob.
The record has a b-side, of course, but we'll get to that later. This isn't over.
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