He turned me onto it a few weeks back and I really dig it. It’s a band called Lookbook and the song is “Over And Over” (with a video directed by Bo Hakala). Their album is called Wild At Heart and can be found here in a pay what you want download. Two more songs to hear/view here: “True To Form” and “The Only Ones.” When you watch their live videos, you notice that they’ve got a pretty interesting set up. Maybe Marco will talk about that more later, but I just like the song.
So, Kevin Smith has been in the news quite a bit lately, and right before another one of his shitty looking movies is coming out. Marco Sparks and I were talking about Smith yesterday, and Marco was telling me his story about meeting him outside of a Starbucks a few years ago. Anyway, today at work I got bored and started looking up Kevin Smith interviews and miscellany, since I knew he had put out those Q&A DVDs a while back. And then I discovered his story about meeting and working on a documentary for Prince…
Continue on to parts two and three and four of the fascinating tale. And here is Smith relating the Purple One‘s reaction to the story.
But here is a few tidbits from the tale: Prince hates a potty mouth. And he’s tiny and his people sometimes buy him normal person clothes from Nordstrom. Every room in Paisley Park/Prince World is “wired for sound” so that he can record wherever he wants whenever he wants, which is also convenient for listening in on everyone. And when he dies, there’s going to be a tidal wave of things that will explode out of his vaults.
Just discovered this video for whoever or whatever this group is. Warning: Watching this will make you angry.
…as it should. This is some real shit right here. It’s shocking to watch it just because I’ve gotten so used to things that are “ironically bad” or still have merit in their bad-ness. Been a long time since I watched/listened to something that just raped my ears, eyes, and neurons.
I’ve never seen an episode of Mad Men before, but I assume August and Marco will talk about it tomorrow cause it’s on Sunday nights, right? Well, whatever. This is all I have to say about that:
5. Metal album covers. Just look at that shit. Yngwie Malmsteen was a fucking douchebag, but just look at that album cover. It gets me hard. There’s enough metal there to build a fortress!
6. Holistic cures for insomnia.
7. Music that sounds like cunnilingus. Or inspires cunnilingus. Like, Blonde Redhead. Marco Sparks tells me that Benjamin Lightloves Blonde Redhead.
8. Burgers. Mmm burgers.
9. Playing my guitar.
10. Grapes. They’re tasty. A touch boring at times, sure, but tasty.
But there’s so much more about me. Stay tuned for part two, you weirdos! See you then!
This just in: Michael Jackson is in the news in an important way again. That’s the good news. The bad news: He’s not breathing, rushed to the hospital, probably had a heart attack, and may be dead.
I’m not going to get into whether or not Michael did some bad things to kids or not. That shit is horrible. He’s had health problems for years, he’s been in crazy debt, he’s been weird, he’s been working on a comeback, but I don’t want to go into any of that right now.
I just don’t want Michael Jackson to be dead.
But he has looked like a ghost for years.
And if you don’t like Michael, I don’t care. He made Thriller! That shit is for real. Maybe not here on this site, but prepare for an onslaught on the internet of MJ shit. This is like Iran, but something that the hipsters and morons can actually understand.
Also, Farrah Fawcett? That’s not really my scene. But even still: The King Of Pop > one of Charlie’s Angels. Still, death is sad, and Farrah was hot and seemed kind of trashy, and I like that. But Michael?
Ah, shit. I didn’t even finish this post and the LA Times is saying that he’s dead. Dead at 50. Fuck. I’m going to go take a good look at the man in the mirror.
Whenever I mention hate – which, like love, is all around – to Marco Sparks, he always quotes some comedian named Dylan Moran who talks about how there’s some people that you hate so much that you have to just get up early in the morning to start hating them.
That’s how I feel about Heidi and Spencer. Somebody mentioned them to me the other day and I punched a computer monitor. A computer monitor with their faces on it!
But a lot of hate starts somewhere simple: Lack of understanding. And intolerance. I’ve said it before concerning race relations, but the X-Men taught us that. Also, flat out stupidity plays a part in that too. Here’s an example via some stupid kids in Israel:
Geniuses, every single one of them. I’m not going to hold their comments against them too much because they’re half a world away and don’t have a clue about us. Also, they’re drunk. Hell, the one girl’s a poly sci major and doesn’t know who Benjamin Netanyahu is. But whatever.
As a minority, I’ve encountered some serious racism from Jewish people before, but even with that, and with this video, it’s not something I put on people as a whole. Incidents do not make a whole, no matter how brutal and trying they can be on someone. You gotta be tougher than the motherfuckers, you know what I mean? You gotta be hard as shit. You gotta be crazy street hard. You gotta be this guy here:
That guy’s the real deal. He’s so hard I had to scoot back in my chair a little. It’s probably best to not get as crazy and raw as this guy, but it illustrates a good point: Hate is not cool. It leads to bad fashion, worse hair, and ulcers probably. And it’s certainly not sexy.
So, if I could offer you a little advice… Don’t pass retarded and limiting ways of thinking onto your kids. Don’t make your stupid little babies live a life balanced between love and hate, like so:
And when it comes to yourself, try to understand people first. Try to see past the minor cosmetic or xenophobic differences between you and them and get to the root of why they’re stupid. Or why you’re stupid. And maybe, just maybe, when you’re in the middle of a heated melting pot moment like that, just take five?
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I just don’t want Michael Jackson to be dead.
