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That's All Folks!

This post has no purpose or message - like 99% of my posts. Just something I found amusing that I wanted to share.

I was driving home the other day and listening to my iPod on shuffle when Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue came on (yes, I listen to classical music - get over it!). As I'm listening to the music, I'm picturing Tom & Jerry, the cartoon characters, having quite the battle with a piano and Jerry enjoying a night out on the town.  It then dawns on me that I've seen that before - it's not my imagination. Many of you may recall the great episode where Jerry leaves home and goes to the big city where he dances with a table decoration that's a girl and then gets kicked out. There's also a great scene where Tom is playing the piano music from Rhapsody in Blue and Jerry is in the piano and the piano strings start knocking Jerry around - it's about 11 minutes of great cartoon writing and music.

I then realized that cartoons were probably my first introduction to classical music, political satire and just good television. But I was also saddened by the fact that they don't make great cartoons anymore. My kids will never see Bugs Bunny yell at Hitler, Tom & Jerry fight, Elmer Fudd lose the rascally rabbit, or Road Runner throw a black dot on the wall, run through it and then have a train come out of it as Wyle E Coyote goes chasing after him. I better start buying these on DVD!

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Cook Family said…
I think the same thing every Saturday morning when Ty is watching some stupid cartoon like biker mice from mars. It is a very sad thing. the cartoons they play now should be banned and only the cartoons we grew up on would be allowed :)
Beth and Jess said…
Hi my little traveling cous!!! I am so excited you have a blog and I can see what you all are up to. All the pictures of you guys and your mom and dad make me homesick!!!!

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