Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Ken's Song about a BIG chest, (Virtual #30, Festive #4)

 Ken writes ...

"At this season, I would like to wish all CFCers a Happy Quafftide and a Happy and Healthy New Year."



Thank you, Ken.

ADDENDUM, 12/01/2021
Ken provides the following clarification:
"To avoid confusion with the original, 'trad' Russian Vodka Song, which I collected in Omaha, Nebraska in 1985, this song, the first sequel, is entitled The Cossack's Return."

4 comments:

Berry said...

What a blessing that it has taken me so long to find this. It appears that others have retained that same good fortune too since there is a dearth of comments.
Here Ken relies on the quickness of the hand deceiving the eye. First you see it then you don't (but only if you're lucky). Did we have any evidence of these overwhelming requests that Ken post this item? Is there anyone left in God's kingdom that hasn't heard it at least 20 times already?
Is this indeed the expurgated version or the one embellished with pure filth that begs to inform us of the intricate nature of relationships that develop around a gin sin.
Why must we be restricted to a visual of Ken and not something more tasty that befits the song?
I would caution anyone who thinks of trying to learn this song. You will see from the video the difficulty Ken, a musical maestro, has in playing the instrumentation alone, whilst seamlessly segue-ing between different instruments without any loss of tempo. Few indeed are they that could accomplish this or would want to.
I think an offering such as this loses so much from the absence of laughter and other audience reaction. It was remiss of Ken not to have included some canned applause, tittering, tomato pitching, and other reactions such as boo-ing, instead of the sound of silence which carries such a deadly message.
Not even CoronaVirus could stop this. What fearsome devilish device will ever do so?
How I wish I could be more hopeful.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdb5siNzXmQ&feature=emb_logo

Berry said...

I am being held by infidels who will not release me until I have promised to make a New Year resolution to be nicer to Mr Yobbs. Their chief motivation seems to be that they want to be the solitary body to deal with the er "situation." The "Ban Filth in Folk" (BFIF) movement would like a clear playing field uncluttered by my own trivial pursuit.
Well that seems all very well but what will I do with my time if I remain locked down in this way? If I should catch a virus myself what treatment would be available? Who else do they have brave enough to vaccinate Zen?
Just remember these two valid points:-

If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.*

Some days you are the dog, some days you are the tree.

Until we may never meet again may I wish everyone a heartfelt

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Blogbuster said...

To avoid confusion with the original, 'trad' "Russian Vodka Song", which I collected in Omaha, Nebraska in 1985, this song, the first sequel, is entitled "The Cossack's Return". I'd be obliged if someone could amend the blog post to reflect that. Thank you in advance. (KH)

Colin said...

Ken writes, "the FIRST sequel."
Why am I worried?