WAT - It's a reminder of how bland and boring contemporary pop culture is. Though once she went solo, Cass refused to be called "mama" and wanted to be referred to by her real name, Cass Elliott.
I would too: She must've cringed every time "Creeque Alley" played on the radio.
Yeah, I'd like some sort of return to the world of my childhood, where ladies of Cass's size were on teevee, and little songs about how Conformity Is Bullshit were sung on Saturday morning cartoons. And Nazi Rats. Bring those back too.
Rich - I think Cass' is a much healthier role model for the wee ones than the Olsen Twins or Hannah Montana.
Sometime I need to film my old performance piece that is religious ceremony honor Our Ladies of the Eating Disorders - Cass Elliott and Karen Carpenter. They covered many of the same songs. Cass, I think, died happy and content with who she was. Karen, sadly, I think never felt fulfilled. Karen's songs make me cry; Cass' make me dance with joy.
I had no idea that Mama Cass did this but I imagine that it was great fun, albeit a bit freaky. Witchiepoo has always freaked me out a bit, not as bad as the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang but altogether not a pleasant experience. And what was with that magic flute?!
Gary - I think Cass would make a great role model for kids. Though I am sure there'd be too much outcry today about promoting obesity and witchery to kids for it to get into schools.
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Oh, Mama Cass and Witchiepoo. You've taught us so much.
Dave - "Oh, Hazel, you're a nut!"
WHAT THA HELL?!
This is most def pop culture before my time and that I never learned of, even though I do know who Mama Cass was of course
WAT - It's a reminder of how bland and boring contemporary pop culture is. Though once she went solo, Cass refused to be called "mama" and wanted to be referred to by her real name, Cass Elliott.
I would too: She must've cringed every time "Creeque Alley" played on the radio.
Yeah, I'd like some sort of return to the world of my childhood, where ladies of Cass's size were on teevee, and little songs about how Conformity Is Bullshit were sung on Saturday morning cartoons. And Nazi Rats. Bring those back too.
Rich - I think Cass' is a much healthier role model for the wee ones than the Olsen Twins or Hannah Montana.
Sometime I need to film my old performance piece that is religious ceremony honor Our Ladies of the Eating Disorders - Cass Elliott and Karen Carpenter. They covered many of the same songs. Cass, I think, died happy and content with who she was. Karen, sadly, I think never felt fulfilled. Karen's songs make me cry; Cass' make me dance with joy.
Much agreed.
J.T. That witchiepoo clip was just effing hilarious. "well they broke up because he was giving her warts" LOL
Corn Fed - Yep, warts are always a deal breaker when it comes to princes for me as well.
I had no idea that Mama Cass did this but I imagine that it was great fun, albeit a bit freaky. Witchiepoo has always freaked me out a bit, not as bad as the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang but altogether not a pleasant experience. And what was with that magic flute?!
Gary - I think Cass would make a great role model for kids. Though I am sure there'd be too much outcry today about promoting obesity and witchery to kids for it to get into schools.
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