BA-DUMP.... BA-DUMP...
RIP, Tommy Johnson.
(Thanks to MOTW)
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RIP, Tommy Johnson.
(Thanks to MOTW)
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I think I will watch Jaws tonight in Honor of his life.
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | October 27, 2006 at 02:30 PM
We're gonna need a bigger blog.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 27, 2006 at 02:32 PM
I have yet, in the last 31 years, (OMG!) to be able to swim in the ocean without hearing that frikkin music.
*considers leaving tuba at home, next time*
RIP, Tommy!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 27, 2006 at 02:35 PM
Punkin-me neither.
snork @ meanie
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | October 27, 2006 at 02:36 PM
Didn't Peter Benchley also die this year?
Coincidence? I think not...
Posted by: Nebbisk | October 27, 2006 at 02:37 PM
I bet they both died in the tub.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerie
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 27, 2006 at 02:38 PM
*knock, knock, knock*
"Candy-gram"
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 27, 2006 at 02:39 PM
and so, the jaws of life, snap shut.
Posted by: Mr.Fisher | October 27, 2006 at 02:40 PM
It took 10 days to find this out?!??! What has CNN been doing the whole time? Nukes in North Korea? Big fat hairy deal. A great tuba play dies, and they completely drop the ball.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | October 27, 2006 at 02:41 PM
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
and it's gone stragiht to my head
Posted by: Quint | October 27, 2006 at 02:41 PM
"....you ladies of Spain..."
*snif*
RIP, Quint...(I mean, ripped, Quint was)
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 27, 2006 at 02:45 PM
Are there really "advanced tuba players?" What would they sound like?
Maybe play hyper-polkas.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | October 27, 2006 at 02:45 PM
we're gonna need a bigger casket
Posted by: Chaz | October 27, 2006 at 02:48 PM
i'm. over.come.
Posted by: queensbee | October 27, 2006 at 02:50 PM
I'll never forget being at Boy Scout camp the summer Jaws (the movie...I'd read the book as a precocious 6th grader already) came out. You can bet we had a lot of fun with that at the waterfront.
That's probably one of the most enduring movie soundtracks ever. Thanks, Tommy.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | October 27, 2006 at 02:52 PM
Punkin, that "died of shark attack in the tub" bit is old, old... having been done to death, so to speak, by Little Annie Sprinkle in 198something.
Posted by: Nebbisk | October 27, 2006 at 02:52 PM
that blows...get it?
Posted by: Chaz | October 27, 2006 at 02:53 PM
Yet, no less deadly.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 27, 2006 at 02:53 PM
I remember being on the Vineyard that summer and hearing "the shark is broken, the shark is broken" blaring from the site, then a couple hours later "the shark is working, the shark is working!" and the bars would empty out and the crew would rush back to work!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 27, 2006 at 02:55 PM
Sad that they left this out of the film.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 27, 2006 at 03:03 PM
WOW - I would never let a book or film keep me out of the ocean! However, I certainly have cautious respect for the currents & creatures that dwell there. I guess so much of what I do in my life revolves around the sea.
Posted by: estrogen centrale | October 27, 2006 at 03:45 PM
Cool, ec. Me too. What part of the world? [St. Pete, here].
Posted by: CJrun | October 27, 2006 at 05:12 PM
ec--I know it sounds nuts. I even think so. But here I was swimming in Lake Tahoe--big, beautiful, crystal clear water and I swim over this giant boulder 50 feet below me. I swore it moved. I panicked, I tell you. All I could think of was that stoooopiid song and getting to the beach. I am ridiculous. Self admittedly. I'd be fine if a boa slithered out from under the sofa but I freak at a spider in the tub.
*Is very thankful this blog isn't interested in spider stories*
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | October 27, 2006 at 11:49 PM
I was at the beach in Atlantic City the summer it came out. We went to see it on the frickin' boardwalk! Needless to say we were xtry cautious swimming the next day.
We're gonna need a bigger tuba.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | October 30, 2006 at 05:01 PM
Probably no one is still reading this string, but...
CJR - Miami
CH - I can not even count the number of times that something has bumped me or that I've stepped on some poor sea creature on the ocean floor, when I've been swimming or snorkeling. However, if a boa slithered out from under the sofa, I would torch my own place! Well, that is a bit dramatic. Actually, I would leave, go to my best friend's (a vet) office, give him my keys, advise him to get his butt to my place, get it the hell outathere, while I wait for him to show up w/it. I trust him with many things, but I'm too good a target for practical jokes. I love all creatures, except snakes; and he knows it. And as you know if you've read from my postings, it ain't Freudian...
Posted by: eeeek centrale | October 31, 2006 at 01:28 PM