And the tour of Things These Characters Probably Didn’t Ask To See continues with a visit to a no doubt very real location.
Guitars! Hanging on walls! Yep.. it’s a guitar. I hope they didn’t have to pay to get into this place.
Rock appears very dead here
Filed under Son of Stuck Funky
Tagged as Carl, connie, Harry Dinkle, Iris, Mort, The Bedside Manorisms, Walt
This has really become the most boring thing in the world: some old man showing his slides of his trip some place.
At least we haven’t seen a flashback where a young Dinkle is shown being a part of the birth of rock and roll.
Rusty, let’s circle back a year from now and see if Batiuk takes you up on that idea.
“Actually, he called ever one of his guitars Lucille”
Wow color me impressed. Did he have an intern handing guitars so he could strum a few bars and call it Lucille. Like they have a crew at the capitol in DC that do nothing, but run flags up and down the flagpole. That way congressmen can give their constituents a flag that flew over the capitol building.
It’s too much to hope for that he’s actually setting up the interesting story of how King came to name his guitar Lucille, due to a near-death experience he had in 1949.
The hilarity that’s ensuing this week is too much for me to bear. He called all his guitars Lucille?? Bwahahahahaha!!!
It’s too bad we don’t seem to have anyone here who hails from the Memphis area. I’d love to hear a local’s take on this schlock.
Dear lord he’s taking one of the more exciting and important periods in American music and making it as dull as his arc about that stupid band box at Montioni’s. It’s a kind of genius I suppose but still.
I took a quick journey through the Comics Curmudgeon’s archives and found an interesting tidbits relevant to this inanity.
12/26/14– Pa Winkerbean, IN A WHEELCHAIR, staring blankly at his son’s crotch.
Couldn’t find what I was looking for, which is the Fourth of July from 2016. I could have sworn that when it originally started the Bedside Manorisms was more than just five instruments and Dinkle, but I could be wrong.
But the band now is just a Drumset, Trumpet, Trombone, Violin, and Clarinet. What kind of music would those instruments actually be able to make together? I guess it does make more sense for them to be playing Blues and Jazz than Sousa’s greatest hits. Don’t ask me what the Violin lady does though…
“Here in Lansky’s”…uh, normal people don’t endlessly repeat the name of the establishment they’re standing in at that moment. “Here in McDonald’s they call these “Big Macs”…uh, yeah. I guess BanTom assumed this factoid was amusing enough without writing a joke about it. Of course he was wrong…again. Who is this arc for, anyhow?
This strip is obviously for the IRS. Gotta get that Research Trip Tax Write Off.
Is this a thing tourists do in Memphis, go to department stores just to look at decorative memorabilia? I guess I wouldn’t put it past TB to do that…
Comic Book Harriet: Pa Winkerbean, IN A WHEELCHAIR, staring blankly at his son’s crotch.
Yes, ol’ Mort is looking considerably more chipper this Christmas than he did in 2011.
Blackguy McBluesman: “And it was Elvis who cured Dinkleberry’s deafness, Mort’s dementia, and MY hemorrhoids!”
Okay, still calling BS on this. These are nursing home patients who need help with daily activities because of physical or mental disability. But here they are like a bunch of 10th graders on a field trip with nobody to help them?? C’mon, Batyerk. This is too stupid to be interesting or funny.
Might as well go with my earlier idea of turning them into a bunch of crime fighting superheros. Would make no less sense.
I thought Les was the biggest a hole in this strip, but I was wrong.
It is kind of funny, though, when I tie it to my own life. When relatives come to visit, I’ll give tours and rattle off random facts that are plausible but likely untrue.
Anyway to get my name scrubbed from the previous post instead of my handle?