Life Imitates Art: Basil Marceaux and Tommy Shanks

Uncanny.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 08/03/10 at 09:51 AM • Permalink

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God, I loved SCTV.

For the first time ever on any platform, locomotive or political, the living channeled by the dead! Ladies and Gentlemen, The Great Canditeaux!

It’s a hell of an act. What a find! How I wish he were still around.

Monsieur Marceaux is in desperate need of a bigger shirt.  Shall will take up a collection?

No one has to buy their way into my heart, you all can just give up the ship—Basil Marceaux owns my heart from every ventricle to whatever else my heart is made of—gristle, jujubes, corn nuts, whatever!

Basil Marceaux loves me, I can tell by the hypnotic swaying, the syrupy drawl of his backwoodsman homieness and the police badge hanging from his neck.

I gave that to Basil and now he wears it proudly as a talisman against the railroading corporations and the traffic-stop slave runners.

Oh Basil, you are truly the oregano to my butterbean!

Would someone please ring up ol’ Basil and tell him not to clip the mic to his gut? I’m having a hard time hearing his deepfried wisdom nuggets and don’t want to miss any.

Haveaniceday

Oh Basil, you are truly the oregano to my butterbean!

Phew! For a minute there I was worried that somebody was going to bring up cilantro again!

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