You know how it is. You wait ages for a bus and then two come along together. I’d been looking for this record for years. Well, more truthfully, It had been somewhere in the back of my mind for years that if I ever found myself standing in front of another copy I’d buy it.
So, inevitably, as soon as a kind soul sent me an mp3 file of this “classic” someone else alerted me to a copy for sale on eBay. As expected with the synchronicity of these things, although the mp3 file had come from another country the eBayer selling said record lived only a few miles away from me. This single may even be the same copy I bought new in 1972 and “lost” in 1973 !!

So I can finally play the “b” side again for the first time in 36 years. Was it worth the wait ? I guess not. 

Katina – Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers (version) Cactus CT4 B side

Recently Basil has learned to smile (not just for digestive purposes).

But what is he smiling about?

Cousin time!

Congratulations to Katina and Jeff!  Healthy little Stella Jean was born 8/26/09.  Since she arrived two weeks early, she and Basil are only 8 weeks apart and will probably be in the same grade.

Now that is some news to smile about!

~Elizabeth

BEFORE

AFTER 

I actually used the photoshopped picture for my MySpace layout. I love it. <33

I know I was supposed to post this yesterday (as per my tweet) but shit happens.

Atleast I posted it today. =P

Katina – Don’t Stroke My Pussy Cactus CT3 A side

Katina – Don’t Stroke My Pussy (Version) Cactus CT3 B side

I know this record may not be particularly politically correct but so what…its a free country. Oh no, I forgot. It isn’t any more. We only pay lip service to the idea of democracy these days. It almost makes you long for the early 1970s when nonsense like this was made. Of course she’s referring to her cat !! Play this record whilst wearing flared trousers and watching an episode of “Life on Mars”….

I can’t even find a picture of Katina. There would probably have been a picture, or an advert or a review of the single at the time in the pop papers like “Record Mirror” and “Disc and Music Echo” but where do you put your hand on copies of those now ?? Those are the sort of things that ought to be archived on the Internet !!

The follow up single by Katina went by the snappy title of “Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers”. It was also released on the Cactus label (CT4) in 1972. Cactus was home to some great “english” reggae from the likes of Judge Dread and Rupie Edwards. I actually marched into my local record shop in 1972 and asked for this record by name. Surprisingly they had a copy. Alas despite searching my shelves and boxes I can’t find it anywhere now. Not even out there on the Internet. All I’ve been able to find is a poor quality recording made from the radio  (RNI) at the time of its release  that isn’t of a good enough quality to share. I can decypher the lyrics though…….

The lyrics go something like this exactly like this:-

I went out with a boy who put stickers all over his car.
“Disc Brakes”, “Put a Tiger in my Tank”, and “Ma, Don’t burn your Bra”.
We went out for a drive one day and when we stopped he read:
“Clunk Click every Trip”, “Make Love not War”. Drop dead !

Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers.
That’s one thing that I don’t allow.
Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers.
I may have liked it once, but I don’t allow it now.

Standing on a platform waiting to catch a train.
I found I couldn’t move and how can I explain?
I heard the rattle of a pail as the man walked away.
I looked down and right across me read “Grand Opening, Everyone Welcome, Come Today!!”.

Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers.
That’s one thing that I don’t allow.
Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers.
I may have liked it once, but I don’t allow it now.

All the words in the world won’t change my mind.
There’s a way to get me going and it’s not too hard to find.
The rules of the game are really rather nice.
I’ll try anything once, and the nice things twice !

I got the sack the other day. I really don’t know why.
I was dressing this window model and I looked up to the sky.
Then suddenly the manager came in and before I could even speak,
I was “In the Sale”, “Reduced by Half” and “Bargain of the Week” !!

Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers.
That’s one thing that I don’t allow.
Don’t stick stickers on my paper knickers.
I may have liked it once, but I don’t allow it now.

“Don’t stick stickers” also appeared on a compilation LP entitled “Just Reggae” on the Polydor label in 1975. This LP seems to be as rare as Katina’s single. I did see a copy for sale on eBay in France for 28 euros. I was tempted for about 10 seconds but it seemed rather expensive just to hear the one track I wanted.

PS: So If there is anyone out there with a “clean” mp3 copy of “Don’t Stick” (and its “b” side “version” !!!) by Katina to share with me I’d love to hear from you.

I promise that this will be my last rant about Hurricane Ike and the recovery efforts.  Really…

Right now there are many organizations and many people putting in long hours bringing help to the areas along the Gulf coast hit by Ike.  I cannot say enough good things about those people. Could it be more efficient? Maybe.  Could they use more help and more supplies?  Probably.  Was poor urban planning along with lax building code enforcement an issue?  You can debate that one all day.  However, circulating the wire services today is a picture of one surviving house amidst blocks of now vacant lots, where structures literally were washed away by the 14 foot storm surge.

Why was that house left standing?  The owner said it himself.  After Rita (a few years back) he rebuilt according standards that the engineers had suggested.  His house was elevated to 19 feet and the structure was built to withstand 130 mph wind. He had 5 feet to spare!

That others could have done the same is a moot point now.  Let us hope that the zoning and code enforcement people notice what happens when you think ahead.

Meanwhile, a few days ago I saw a headline asking “where are the celebrities?”  Meaning that every star and wanna be star in Hollywood had their name and face associated with some kind of relief event for Katrina, but no one has stepped up for Ike.  I realize that New Orleans took a hard hit.  Heck, I lived there for a few years so I know how bad the scene was before Katrina ever formed off the coast of Africa.

The big names came out for New Orleans because it was such a unique city, a party city, a city meant for the inconsequential fun that those Hollywood types love so dearly before they go back to their million dollar homes overlooking LA or the Pacific.  I guess they were all at the Emmy’s tonight.

Kudos to the musicians, though, such as Harry Connick, Jr and those of that ilk that are trying to not only save the indigenous musical heritage of the area but to also help the musicians themselves.  That work is ongoing to this day, even as huge tracts of land remain in shambles.  At least progress continues to…well, progress. Of course, the national media only show the Quarter these days, giving us the impression that life is back to normal, which is an impossibility, in my opinion.

So Houston and especially Galveston are the big name towns now.  What about the smaller towns?  Texas has started a good effort to get to those lesser known areas, but I have yet to see any telethons.  Come on, people.  We watch Jerry for a few hours a year and raise millions.  Surely somebody big can do the same for this event.  Willie?

For the rest of us regular people, drop a donation by your local Red Cross.  It’s the least we can do.  Not all of us live in an area where hurricanes are an issue (okay, I do, but that’s not the point here) but tornadoes, floods, forest fires, heck even wayward meteors can cause havoc anywhere.  The Marines have a saying that goes something like this:  Marines take care of Marines and Marines don’t leave any Marine behind. I say change Marine to American and you got the right attitude.

Don’t point fingers. Finger pointers have no backbone, much like a chicken finger.  Either pass the Ranch dressing or…better yet,  “Do something about it.”

See you local Red Cross office tomorrow.  It’s the start of another week.  They’ll be glad to see you.

Thanks for reading.

Am citit  la Ada @ Monden.Info despre reintoarcerea celor doua rusoaice in muzica,de data aceasta cu un videoclip in care apar NAKED ambele,atat roscata cat si bruneta .Pentru acest single a fost filmat un video in doua variante (cenzurat si necenzurat ) .Mai jos sunt video,primul fiind varianta in engleza,apoi cel necenzurat in rusa,si cel cenzurat.Enjoy!

Varianta in engleza,cenzurata:

Varianta in rusa,necenzurata:

Varianta in rusa,cenzurata:

Era bacana quando elas fingiam ser lésbicas. Agora não fingem mais, mas continuam gostosas. E ainda fizeram um clipe peladinhas!

Vê aí:

            Hurricane Katrina has proved to Americans that if we continue to allow our borders to stay open and allow anyone and everyone in, the one’s who have been here for generations will slowly be left without. See the images on T.V. portraying African Americans who have struggled to survive in life as it was, now are faced with life, as it will be. The poor who have lived off our government all their lives are the same ones being shown on TV demanding their help and not moving themselves ACROSS THIS FINE COUNTRY, THEY SIT AND WAIT FOR BUSES. Before we had transportation the settlers walked and rode horses. I see a different picture than the media is trying to portray. I see lazy Americans who have been given everything in life by the government expecting their bus. GET UP AND MOVE.