A) Oops… Hey, Last.fm… Seen the news lately?
B) I wonder what Michael Jackson’s play count looked like before he bought the farm (but not the ranch)? I’d be willing to bet it was nowhere near 29 million.
C) Does Last.fm knows something we don’t? Is the King of Pop planning something along the lines of his former Father-in-Law, The King?
I’ve been a fan of Industrial music pioneers Throbbing Gristle for many, many years, and this morning I went searching for the lyrics to their classic piece, “Hamburger Lady.” True to form, the Internet dumbs down another cultural phenomena to the level of Britney ringtones and Hannah Montana lunchboxes as seen by the first link I found below:
You can imagine the shrieks of unfettered teenage girl glee when I saw that I could have Hamburger Lady as my very own ringtone! Following the link, I was greeted by this image of a young woman happily jamming to TG on her iPod:
This made me wonder if I was being duped… I mean, don’t you think this image is a little… misleading? I set about correcting this issue straight away:
There, doesn’t that seem more appropriate? I just hate inconsistency. HA M B U R G E R L A D Y . . .
I was in Philadelphia recently for the School of Rock Festival which DEVO headlined on Saturday night. Through my devious Godfather-esque connections with the Austin chapter of The Paul Green School of Rock, I was able to secure a backstage pass for DEVO’s set on Saturday night, and got some great photos of their performance. After the show—and I mean right after the show—the sky opened up and unloaded a 15-minute downpour that had spuds scrambling for cover. Luckily, someone had discarded some strange yellow pants on a backstage couch which, with a hastily tied-off leg, served as a fashionable camera bag to shield my gear from the rain.
I hung around the dressing rooms with the rest of the meltable devotees until the spudboys themselves came out to sign a few autographs, and luckily got my new camera bag signed by Mark Mothersbaugh, Gerald V. Casale and Josh Freese. I would have gotten Bob2, but he was hustled away pretty quickly, so I lined up for Bob1, but he was busy talking to a woman who explained that he was her first kiss—an act I was not even going to try to follow…
I then recognized Michael Pilmer, DEVO’s webmaster and archivist, and asked if he needed photos for the show. He said he was worried that his photos that night were shit, so I got his contact info and sent him nearly all my shots from the show, some good, more awful… He’s since updated the DEVO live archive and used some of mine plus a shitload of other shots from that evening. I also posted the better shots over at Flickr, so check it out.
Years after the fact and the Goatse stuff just keeps popping up all over the place.
If I weren’t married to my hardshell case and the wonderful feeling I get every time I remove my iPod from it and see it in its unscratched brand-spankin’ new-esque glory, I would have to have the iGoatse. It’s even available in black, so you can listen to the Misfits (aka the Misgoats) and feel all gushy and warm inside… Starting from the bottom, of course.
What we really need to see at Wal-Mart this holiday season is the TubGirl® Brand Chocolate Fountain! Ohhh, make your Holiday Party special.
Anyone who is worth their salt in punk rock history knows The Misfits. Last night I was trudging around online, trying to figure out exactly where I lost the enthusiasm I once had for punk—reminiscing about how innocent, nihilistic and yet idealistic it all really was and how I wish it could still be that way—when I happened upon the Misfits Wikipedia entry. I realized that their history has got to be one of the most colorful in terms of outrageous makeovers, reinventions and regroupings of any band ever… That Jerry Only is a real master of marketing it seems.
Then it occurred to me that there is a bigger merger possibility here that is hinted at in a Misfits t-shirt for sale at their website…
Am I the first to notice the similarity to our favorite gut-wrenching homoerotic Internet meme? I searched around for a bit and decided I would be the first to carry this vision to fruition…
And so, unveiled here for the first time, I bring you… THE MISGOATS!
I am speechless.
Even after watching several Tay Zonday videos, the shock I feel when he first opens his mouth is amazing.
He’s probably heard it all, so hopefully he won’t be put off by this description: His look is part mid-80’s Michael Jackson with a strange Gary Coleman vibe which I think probably comes from his seemingly diminutive stature. But when he sings, it’s James Earl Jones/Paul Robeson throaty goodness. I mean all of this with the best intentions and respect!
Words escape me. Watch for yourself. Check out his other videos, too.
