I don't know what prompted me to want to post this video - maybe the want of snow, the anomie and despair, or my inclination to get something for breakfast. This is one of those that I could watch pretty regularly and I don't know why. Featuring my favs the Kids in the Hall, it must be seen to be believed. Enjoy and have a wonderful day!
Those of you that know me know that I spent time in Alaska and thoroughly enjoyed it. During my stay there, I was privileged to work with several interesting individuals that helped shape me into the lean, mean, historigraphical machine that I have become. One in particular was Mr. C. Scott Fry, whose video is presented above. Among his many brush strokes on my canvas (nothing sexual), he introduced me to Beck's beer and Tom Waits, as well as granted me my increased ability to consume alcohol - note the numerous scenes of drunken pontificating and cursing throughout the video (apologies to those with virgin ears). I even have the old guitar and guitar case that he gave me, which I use to screech out tragic paeans to love lost and love won. While many of the Veeb's viewers will be disinterested, perhaps, the best part of the video is to showcase the interior of the beloved Alaskan Hotel and Bar with C. Scott Fry, where he was my manager. So, without waxing too poetic about him, I give you the man, the myth, and the legend!
Now you know, and knowing's half the battle. Enjoy!
What are this country's youth lacking? Is it leadership? Is it innovation? Is it tradition? Well, it's obvious: Wishbone! What better way to introduce the classics to kids than to have a loveable scamp of a dog wiggle his way into your heart with his portrayals of important literary figures? I saw an episode this weekend for the first time in years and thought "The genius of this! We should resurrect Wishbone and use him for the GSHA's nefarious purposes!" Maybe reenacted in the Russian Revolution? Wishbone as Mao? Incorporate him into the Kinderfuhrer concept? "C'mon, Wishbone!"
Enjoy!
...the weird turn pro. So said Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. And I think he was right. I just had a weird, weird, weird advising appointment, that resulted in the phrase "I believe anyone who does not like children should have their balls cut off with an axe" being uttered by the advisee. Needless to say, that put me in a weird mood and I decided to put this video up!
Enjoy!
Seriously, why is it that they don't make good (or even bad) post-apocalyptic motion pictures anymore? Is it because we ain't still fighting the Russkies? Where are the Omega Man, Planet of the Apes (not Tim Burton's), or Soylent Green of our generation? Or Logan's Run or Clockwork Orange? Or even a good radiation-filled, happening film that examines man's inhumanity to man through the interplay of scantily clad nuclear holocaust amazons riding big motorbikes with razor sharp horns while they hunt down the scientist males who possess the unclean technology? That actually sounds like a promising film...
albeit with a more nihilistic overtone than the 1970s films. But, even after having watched a few minutes of the first movie the other night on the late show, I believe that the original Mad Max was a kick-ass movie, kinda like Bullit in the outback after the breakdown of societal restraint and the rejection by law enforcement to actually obey the laws they enforce. And, yes, there were several approximations of this genre by other auteurs, all with screaming cars, buxom mohawked women, and angry anti-heros. But why not now? 
Of course, the eighties and early nineties saw a raft of Blade Runner rip-offs which, even with bad movies like Johnny Mnemonic, had a certain appeal that frightened and delighted me at the same time. To be sure, Blade Runner as an action film is pretty boring. But, it is visually stunning, with its imagery of decay and modernity coupled together in such a way that is hard to soon forget, especially if you like seeing Rutger Hauer all slick and menacing (makes me want to wear my hair all spiked up).
Being interested in all things weirdo, wacky and wild, I read about the Toynbee Tiles years ago. Who knows who did these things (but God)? But, I think that that doesn't matter. More importantly, these tiles provide an example of a way to get out the GSHA message of "Ape shall not kill ape" in such a way that will be outside the confines of the police state in which we currently live. Incidentally, these tiles are all over Philadelphia - this particular one (pictured here) was on the street corner of 15th and Chestnut. Our Phillie contingent should go check'em out! I will post a design for one of these and perhaps attempt an installation on Gay Street over summer...
Don't let the name turn you off - My Bloody Valentine is a dronefully exciting band. Do you feel the drone?
I recently saw a wonderful documentary on Half Japanese. I knew about them and had some of their music. But I never really knew them. They are hard to get into and hard to explain, I'll admit, but their passion for what they do and the rabid intensity of their fans is infecting. I'm infected!
Anyone that is that into what they are doing is alright by me, even if it doesn't sound like anything that is on the radio or eMpTV! The GSHA should take a tip from them and try to make music like they do: from the heart and straight to the soul! I must cobble together all their music that I can find...
