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August 6, 2018

Sam Phillips is very drunk (Late Night with David Letterman) 'He could fuck-up a two-car funeral'--Jerry Lee Lewis


Sam Phillips is very drunk on David Letterman, and very funny! 

 

"Sam Phillips could fuck-up a two-car funeral"--Jerry Lee Lewis

Q: From Bill Decker: What is the story behind the expression two-car funeral?

A: In US English, it usually turns up the fuller form, couldn’t organise a two-car funeral.

It’s a measure of utter incompetence.

Here’s an example from the Fresno Bee of February 2004:

“When is the school board going to face the reality that the administration is incapable of organizing a two-car funeral?”

Sometimes the verb is manage, as here in an issue of the Cincinnati Post in January 2005:

“If Bill Frist’s performance as Senate majority leader the last few weeks is any indication, he would have trouble managing a two-car funeral let alone the vast U.S. government.”

Like most such slangy expressions, trying to tie down its origins is next to impossible.

It became well enough known that it began to appear in newspapers around 1971; the earliest example I’ve come across appeared in a syndicated article in several US newspapers in February 1971:

“The Saigon government at that point could not organize a two-car funeral.”

The expression was in fact a less serious accusation of incompetence than couldn’t organise a one-car funeral.

The earliest example of that version I’ve found is from 1968:

“Alas, the world is full of bunglers. Some of them are so good they can even mess up a one-car funeral.”

That’s older than the first recorded example of two-car funeral and so may be the original.

The standard British equivalent, by the way, is the more forceful:

couldn’t organise a piss-up in a brewery.

'Twelve Ways to Say "Lonesome": Assessing Error and Control in the Music of Elvis Presley' By Alan C. Elms & Bruce Heller

Satchmo shits a bricolage (The Wonderful World and Art of Louis Armstrong) thanks to Stewart McSherry


ONE magikal night in Malibu, Stewart McSherry (it means 'Steward of the good Sherry') bought from me for a nominal price a Mardi Gras Indian beaded patch, in order to provide me with the lifestyle to which i had become UNaccustomed, which i then promptly spent at Chateau Marmont on a split of 'something cool' (see Rickie Lee Jones).



But when I returned, only to piss off Kate Perkins with my unstable cargo intact, Sterwart brought out the most curious art book which I should have, but had never seen, from that day to this.

It seemed to be so far under the radar that even an Outsider Art Gallery Director from the French Quarter of New Orleans and boss, Alan Boudreaux had somehow missed it.

What should have been friends, colleagues and collectors bringing it to my attention, or to the attention of any of the other friends, etc., - when there still were real friends - before Facebook - including Al Rose, Kim Fowley, Willy DeVille Video's, and all of the other rock stars, celebrities, collectors, artists, and plain musicphile weirdos, who passed through our gallery on a daily basis, apparently never knew about this secret.

If New Orleans Museum of Art, Isaac Tigrett, or anyone in that small orbit did, they weren't telling.

So I had to go to visit a New Orleans transplant in Malibu to find out about the most amazing body of Outsider/Collage/Montage/Bricollage/Cut-up art I've ever seen, made by the inventor of the one and only true art form from the city that CARE forgot (or is it TIME?) to find it.

i hope you get excited.


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