Gasoline Alley by Jim Scancarelli for November 26, 2023

I give this comic a “10” for using Ravel’s Bolero.

Ten out of twenty four, maybe…

Actually, it’s imaginative, and (as always) the art is first class.

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Sorry 1930 fans, we’re stuck again as an early snowstorm coming in during this very overnight had me out in the yard all day, getting the last of my leaf cleanup done and to the curb before they get all wet. It’s another 3-sided update with that nasty Sunday page still in the shop.

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Hipshot splatters on Rick, but it was only done as a favor. Brenda is glad to see the backside of Awful Natural, who surely wasn’t named that at birth (or raised by wolves, or raised by a Bear from the Alley for that matter). Clovia and Ruthie run into a truism of 1972… one TV, and Sunday afternoons it’s reserved for the breadwinner. Me, I think it was around ’76 that I got my own TV as a Christmas gift… an a 17-incher in glorious black and white! With eight channels to choose from!

Back when you could have yourself a dandy day that cost you under a fin.

Good morning, vintage car admirers !

Whereas I generally seek out and applaud thinking outside of the box moments, it was nonetheless a bit of an attention getter to see Ruthless speak in glowing terms of Ravel’s Bolero.

Micetro! Good one!

Henry Mancini did his own Ravel’s Bolero back in 1980.

Just spent 10 minutes reading about Ravel and listening to Tzigane. Thanks Meowrice!

At least the vintage cars will still work after the EMP.

Somehow, I’ve found that I have a persistent snare drum rhythm stuck in my head now.

oh but they didn’t sing…they should have had the bear accompanying them

I just started reading Gasoline Alley about 2 weeks ago after about a 40 year hiatus, and I must say it is the weirdest comic on the site.

Four years ago, Minnesota Public Radio teamed up with Interlake Steamship Company to make a video. It is a view from the pilot house of the Paul R. Tregurtha as she departs Lake Superior via the Duluth Ship Canal, passing under the Duluth Areal Lift Bridge, as Ravel’s Bolero plays. Look for it on the “YourClassicalMPR” YouTube channel.

Ravel reportedly said Bolero was 15 minutes of orchestration with no music. Some suspect that he had a type of progressive dementia that caused him to be obsessed with repetition.

What do mice come back as, if they are eaten by a cat?

From today’s Comics Curmudgeon</>:

Hey, did you know that back in the early ’80s, Bolero was considered a top “sex record”, a cliched thing you’d put on the old hi-fi if you brought a special person back to your pad and were ready to get down? Not saying that’s what’s going on here, but I do invite you to imagine going home with someone and instead of hopping into bed they insisted you wait for a bizarre cat food commercial featuring singing mice, to “set the mood.”

That photo looks like Jose Carreras.

This is one of those deep cut strips for all us Chef Meowrice fanatics.

If you’ve never heard BOLERO, think of “The Girl From Ipanema”, another song that can drive you cuckoo with repetition.