Shit

Yaphet Kotto has left this mortal coil, aged 81.

Sorry, Not Sorry

https://youtu.be/AWacBpIqhYU

For the uninitiated, Music from “The Elder” was KISS’s greatest misstep in a long career with more than a few. After 1980’s Unmasked bombed (they didn’t even tour behind it!), the band decided it was time to get back to basics, working again with the producer who had given them their most successful album, Destroyer. Instead, Bob Ezrin’s cocaine habit talked Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley into a concept album to rival Pink Floyd’s The Wall.

This is hilarious for many reasons, but especially funny when you consider that 99.998% of previous KISS songs were about partying and getting laid. Even Ace Frehley, the crazy, off-the-rails alcoholic in the band, knew this was a terrible idea. It was conceived as a soundtrack to a movie that didn’t exist! Here’s the story, courtesy of Wikipedia

The basic plot of “The Elder” involves the recruitment and training of a young hero (The Boy) by the Council of Elders who belong to the Order of the Rose, a mysterious group dedicated to combating evil. The Boy is guided by an elderly caretaker named Morpheus. The album’s lyrics describe the boy’s feelings during his journey and training, as he overcomes his early doubts to become confident and self-assured. The only spoken dialogue is at the end of the last track, “I”. During the passage, Morpheus proclaims to the Elders that The Boy is ready to undertake his odyssey.

How could this be anything but a cocaine album?

What Say You, Bastards?

This is presumably the last trailer for Zack Snyder’s Justice League, available for streaming this Thursday. I’m curious enough to check it out after watching the abomination that was the Whedon film on a flight home a few years ago. Will I make it through the entire four hours? Hmmm …

Son of Happy Friday

I’m guessing Makerbot has seen this, but it’s new to me.

We didn’t know how accurate we were about de-evolution. In the last three years, more of it has gone on than we ever imagined. 

Spoken in 1980, and it’s been going on ever since, God help us.

Something about Mr. Blow-Dry sitting in the middle of Devo seems so, well, Devo.

Follow-Up

Google has clearly marked me as a lush, as this popped up in my YouTube feed this a.m.  I posted this guy’s video on overrated bourbons a while ago, so here’s the flipside.  I haven’t tried everything he recommends, but he’s spot on for the one’s I’ve had.

Holy Shit

Sleaford Mods are back with a new album. In a word, it’s SOLID.

Mork n Mindy is the sound of the central heating and the dying smells of Sunday dinner in a house on an estate in 1982. Concrete, dinted garages, nicotine. Where beauty mainly exists in small cracks on the shell of your imagination.