Sent to me by my 16-year-old.
Here’s my latest YouTube obsession, Hot Wheels restorations by baremetalHW. He makes it look easy – which means he’s sickeningly talented – but he’s extremely knowledgeable, too. This guy rattles off car models, years of production, and stock paint colors as easily as talking about the weather.
Here’s a new way to lose track of time and waste hours. What’s in your bag is a series of videos on You Tube where your favorite artist runs around Amoeba records and fills up a bag with their favorite music/dvds, and then tells you about why the picked whatever they selected. It’s been a nice go-to for finding new music, and a great way to waste hours without even realizing it. Here’s a few to get you started. They’re only a few minutes long…
Ignore this post, I’m testing a gallery plugin I just installed. If you’re morbidly curious, this is one of the earliest comics I can remember owning as a wee bastard. Rediscovered at Diversions of the Groovy Kind a few years ago.
Best not to know what’s going on here.
I gotta thank a certain bastard for turning me on to this guy, Rick Beato. He knows a shitload about music theory and can play seemingly any instrument. (His kid is scary gifted, but that’s a post for another day.)
In today’s episode, Beato breaks down “Been Caught Stealing,” Jane’s Addiction’s biggest hit from 1990’s Ritual de lo Habitual. Check it.
Holy shit, I love this show beyond all reason. Season 4 of Better Call Saul is underway, and I’m ready to talk when you are. At this point, I’d be hard-pressed to pick a favorite between BCS and Breaking Bad, and I read somewhere the other day that Vince Gilligan isn’t ruling out other spin-offs.
Starring Nicolas Cage, directed by Panos Cosmatos, music by Jóhann Jóhannsson. September 14th!
Pacific Northwest. 1983 AD. Outsiders Red Miller and Mandy Bloom lead a loving and peaceful existence. When their pine-scented haven is savagely destroyed by a cult led by the sadistic Jeremiah Sand, Red is catapulted into a phantasmagoric journey filled with bloody vengeance and laced with fire.
Disarm the settlers
The new drunk drivers
Have hoisted the flag
We are with you in your anger
Do not fret
The bus will get you there yet
To carry us to the lake
The club is open
Yeah, the club is open
Hey, the club is open
A-come on, come on, the club is open
C’mon, c’mon, the club is open
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, the club is open …
“A Salty Salute,” Guided by Voices