Now, when I die,
Don’t think I’m a nut,
Don’t want no fancy funeral,
Just one like ole king Tut. (King Tut)
Well, he's baaaack. No, not Steve Martin. He never went anywhere. King Tut, and he's in L.A., man. (He last toured the U.S. in the late seventies. ) Tut stays at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art through November 15, then moves east to Fort Lauderdale, in time to catch all the snowbirds migrating south. Remember the 1960 movie "Where the Tuts Are?" Ba dump bump.
Last weekend the Washington Post looked at a book that sounds like the accompaniment to the exhibit, especially if you're between the ages of 9 and 12. The Post likes Zahi Hawass's Tutankhamun: The Mystery of the Boy King a lot.
"The text is written by no less an authority than the director of excavations at the Giza Pyramids and head of Egypt's Supreme Council of Antiquities, but it's accessible ("according to one Egyptologist, someone might have snuck up on Tutankhamun . . . and hit him on the head") and imaginatively organized."
lyric from the song "King Tut," Steve Martin, A Wild and Crazy Guy (1978)