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Roly Poly Fish Heads

I posted this picture on Facebook the other day when I was making broiled trout for dinner, and my friend Shannon M. suggested the lyrics to this song by Art and Artie Barnes as the caption. Apparently, Rolling Stone magazine has named the video in their list of top 100 videos of all time. Eat them up, yum.

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savannah said…
i had totally forgotten about that song until i heard the lyrics! interesting sidebar: the art deco building he walks by is no longer there. it was the pan pacific theater and was torn down only to be replaced by an outdoor mall called the grove.
los angeles is, indeed, a strange place where beautiful old things are torn down to be replaced by ugly new things designed to look old...
xoxox
I'm a vegatarian
Shazza said…
Wow..that was a flash back!

It looks like your little fish heads have grass skirts on!
dive said…
Yay! One of my all time favourite songs, Robyn.
Thank you for that.
Oh my. I don't mind preparing fish with heads on, but JUST the heads? EW in caps. Eek.
MmeBenaut said…
Nope. I can't look at this photo. I have an abhorrence of raw fish. I can only cook it if it is sealed in a cryo bag and I don't have to touch it. Rather limits my culinary repertoire.

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