Author: Makerbot

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I Know What I’m Watching This Weekend

As a child of the Seventies, this story is near and dear to my heart. I used to watch In Search Of (hosted by Leonard Nimoy) every Saturday afternoon. It usually scared the shit out of me, but then that was the attraction.

On October 20, 1967, Roger Patterson captured 60 seconds of film showing a creature walking through the Northern California woods – footage that became the most analyzed and debated in history. Fifty-seven years later, a reel of 16mm film discovered in a safe changes everything.

CAPTURING BIGFOOT reveals the untold story behind the world’s greatest mystery, told for the first time by Patterson’s own son and the people who were there.

On Amazon Prime now. Unfortunately, it’s a rental.

Also, can you imagine being one of the poor bastards who wasted their entire adult lives chasing this creature, only to learn that these idiots faked the whole thing?

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True Story

Back when The Subteens used to tour (and dinosaurs roamed the earth), we rolled into Chicago one afternoon and bellied up to the bar as per usual. Chatting up the bartender, I somehow got on the topic of Urge Overkill, how great they were and what a bummer it was that they broke up after Exit the Dragon.

Suddenly, like a scene from a movie, she announces that she’s friends with someone working on Nash Kato’s unreleased solo album and would we like to hear it? HELL YES! This is “Zooey Suicide,” the first song that came blasting out of the bar’s speakers.

Sadly, Debutante only sold around 5,000 copies and seems to have mostly been erased from the planet. He worked on this damn thing for two years, it’s just not fair.

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This Looks Pretty Good

Brad Bird AND Tom Waits? I’m in. Bird describes his 30-year pet project as a cross between The Maltese Falcon and Buck Rogers. In theaters December 3 and then on Netflix December 18.

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Laurel & Hardy Again

I was talking to a friend yesterday afternoon about what a pain in the ass it is to move a piano and was immediately reminded of this absolute classic. I’ve probably seen The Music Box 50 times over the course of my life, and I still belly laugh every time. Genius.

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The Difficult Second Album

I initially thought maybe this was part of a documentary coming in October, but if you click the link in the description, you’ll learn that this video is to promote a tribute band performance in Australia! Anyway, pretty cool recollections by band members and producer Sandy Pearlman. It’s absolutely bonkers to think that Joe Strummer died at 50 and has been gone for almost 24 years.

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Phoebe Bridgers Is Having A Moment

And here’s the first single off her brand new album, Lost Weekend. (Edit) Incidentally, Makerbot, Jr. is going to see Bridgers in New York this fall. She’s just a wee bit excited.

On a motorbike, doing 90 in a 55
To another life
Where they make you cut your hair
Impatient with a rifle and your papers
Weightless but not scared
This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make believe
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never grow up, never get old
Lost boys, find me
That one time in East Berlin
Whеn you threw a tantrum with a 57
And broke a rib
You told me you wish you wеre dead
But I don’t believe that
I still wonder how you’re sleeping
And I don’t feel bad, but I’m sorry
This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make believe
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never grow up, never get old
Lost boys, find me
In a twin bed
Where all will be forgiven in an instant
Hands in each other’s hair
We are born again
So who cares where we’re going?
In the morning, you are not there
One, two, three, woo, ah
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never give up, never get old
Lost boys, come find me, yeah

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Foo Fighters & Queens Of The Stone Age & Mannequin Pussy, Oh My

Thanks to the absurdly kind generosity of a friend of ours, Monkeystador and I got to attend the Foo Fighters show in Nashville this past Saturday, which included backstage passes, a tour of all the gear, and a trip to Club Rami (named for the Foo’s keyboard player), a suite stocked with free beer and water.

I’m a casual Foo Fighters fan, but was very pleasantly surprised to learn that QOTSA were on the bill, and then positively THRILLED when they played several songs off my favorite album of theirs, Songs for the Deaf. Some nice YouTuber posted a couple of the highlights, which I now submit for your approval.

You can’t see us here, but were in the pit on the left side.