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That is unreal. Our bassist must also have had one or all of the following careers: A.)taffy puller, B.) a human loom for making granny blankets, C.) lawn mower and D.) loan collector (via Mafia), for that technique seems suitable for all possibilities. That is really nuts, man. I guffawed and woke the dog. Thanks!

That's charming. I'm not really hearing the bass, though? Thanks Spike, i needed that this morning.

looks a bit like john lovitz. i kept expecting him to stop, and say "bass playing!" like he says "acting". reminds me a little of the bass player for hank III too. nice clip.

Cody, real good is good to hear.

Carolyn, you and your imagination crack me up.

ye-ye, a string bass player I know says that there are a whole slew of inaudibility jokes pertaining to the bass. This clip, like almost all clips from that era, was most probably filmed without microphones while the musicians listened to the record being played. The film industry term for that is "playback."

leftoverking, it's good to hear that the tradition endures into the present.

My computer gets only around two frames a second with this video, so I miss a lot of the arm action. I first saw the video on my wife's laptop upstairs and it was smooth because she has a better internet hookup. I'll have to do something about that.

That's diseased! (In the good way, like when the kids say "That's sick!") Hold on. You mean that's NOT Jon Lovitz?

FYI, the track is called "A Study In Brown." According to the BIg Wiki, "Stealing the show in 'A Study In Brown' was ‘hep-cat‘ bass player Frank DeNunzio, Sr., of Hershey, Pennsylvania, who played his standup/slap bass almost until his death in February, 2005. The woman playing the marimba next to the maraca player in the film is Reg's wife, Fern Marie, who died in July 2006.

Mike, you came through for us and did the research I should have done. Gratitude is aimed in your direction.

the cat playing the double bass, all those ladies playing marimbas and the caliph of the harem himself, reg kenhoe. best video ive seen in a long time. the bass lines are better appreciated with my headphones... otherwise they fade away because of the video quality.

I've just found a new instrument to air-play and I don't mean the marimba.

Reg's two marimbas are very cool, too. Kind of a progenitor of Jimmy Page's double-necked Gibson. There's so much we can all learn about performance from this.

Damn, though, someone airplaying marimba . . . what must that look like? I guess it depends if you are holding multiple air mallets. Ooooh a mother would be proud.

This performance is the mother of all motherloads.

lodes

There are bass players, and then there are _air-bass players_! So much fun :) Thanks

This reminds me of Ricky Ricardo from I Love Lucy. Though I cannot find footage of what is similar to your post, you can get the drift here. No bass players here though that I think?! I have no idea. I just think this is an adorable clip with Little Ricky!

He didn't look in the slightest bit self-conscious. I hope he grew up without getting messed up. That was great. Lucy, cheek to cheek with him, was real.

sounds like you need DSL by the way- but thanks for the post. I miss this type of music these days. Also films- I am catching up on the oldies but goodies. Like this type of music- it saddens me that the new genres of foilm, especially comedy (i.e. wedding crashers or innane stuff like that) are never going to be appreciated/ or appreciable to my kids (if I ever have any) like "Some Like It Hot" is still to me. Some art forms just never get old, inspired by good old human nature and blunders and thrills and inherent weakness and loves (i.e. for entertainment or cute kids' voices like baby babalu). Thanks for this!

Often the new genres can seem rather pathetic. It might be that my brain cells get all clogged with old genres, which makes it hard to get with it. Musically, we geezers are ridiculous with our inadequately random tastes, too settled in our ways to discern new song structures, new chord progressions, musical beauty coming at us from unexpected directions. Our appetites for even more addictions faltering as we fall by the wayside, lost in the past, our tastes calcifying. Feigned pity from the up-and-comers is better than nothing.

Delightful post; merci!

That cat is gettin' it, for sure. Still brightening mornings and making me laugh a while after initial post. Perhaps he was channeling Leopold, a la Bugs. Thank you:)

Girlcrawl, _de rien_!

wassonii, it took me a minute to get what you said, with the help of Google: Stokowski! He was a household name back then. Current conductors aren't.