Roky has exited to another plane. Dude was cool. I highly recommend the documentary on him. Also doing lots of drugs and listening to his records.
Read it here
Just Because
The violin tuning might be my favorite part of this movie.
Give Me A Clue
https://youtu.be/cz5Dei5O3xY
Whatever happened to these guys? Unfortunately, time marches on.
Late of the Pier broke up in 2010, and drummer Ross Dawson died suddenly (and tragically!) a few years ago.
Rolling Stones Gather Moss
In 1964 the Stones were young, sweet and innocent.
The Rolling Stones (Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Brian Jones, Bill Wyman, Charlie Watts) have a little fun trying to hitchhike along the side of the road and then head onto play a show in Hull, England in front of hundreds of screaming teens in 1964.
For comparison, here they are a mere six years later performing some type of Satanic rite …
Is This True?
Yeah, we were told that Elvis wasn’t discovered as such at all! He was just some freaky-looking kid always making a nuisance of himself around Sun Studios and nobody wanted to know him. Like here’s this guy who dyed his fuckin’ eyebrows and dressed in black pimp clothes—and this was the ‘50s in the South, you’ve got to remember—and Sam Phillips and all the session guys thought he was some disgusting little faggot!
However Elvis did have this one piece of luck. His mother, right, had a really bad weight problem and the doctor prescribed her this enormous supply of diet pills which just happened to be… these pills were just pure benzedrine, right, which is a very potent form of speed.
And all those Sun guys just lived on speed, man. So when Phillips found out that Elvis could get bottles of these things, he let him hang around. So, like, here was Elvis every week bringing huge bottles of these pills to the guys at Sun until, as he was the studio’s main source of supply for speed, Phillips was more or less obliged to let him cut a record.
So like, rock ‘n’ roll was born simply because Elvis Presley was Sun Records’ number one speed dealer.
Lux Interior
It’s Time To Cook… Again
There’s a 2 hour Breaking Bad movie in the works. It’s allegedly a sequel to the series that made my happy parts feel warm and fuzzy for 5 seasons. And it’s gonna be on Netflix.
My initial thought is that this will be a good thing, but I’m not really sure where else the story can go. I tried Better Call Saul, but I just couldn’t get into it. Vince Gilligan is running the show on this movie, so maybe I should just put my faith in him and let things happen.
Where do you think they would go with this story? Maybe Jesse goes back to school and becomes a high school chemistry teacher…
The Morbid Story Behind The Red Ceiling
Fascinating and sad.
According to the Oxford American …
The house in the photograph belonged to a man named Tom “T. C.” Boring, a dentist born and raised in Greenwood, whom Eggleston has described as the best friend he ever had in the world. He was the scion of a well-respected Delta family, a sharp and promising Southern archetype who glided his way through the University of Mississippi, Loyola University, and the Navy before coming home to Greenwood and gradually, ungracefully losing his mind.
Full article here. As always, enjoy or don’t.
Anybody Watch Bandersnatch Yet?
https://youtu.be/XM0xWpBYlNM
Choose your own adventure. (Or do you?) Ballsy as hell.
Give Out But Don’t Give Up
https://youtu.be/mpUVOVDy0iw
This is a BBC4 documentary about Primal Scream’s trip to Memphis to record an album that wouldn’t see the light of day for 25 years. (These mixes, anyway.) I love this shit.
Reading Is Fundamental
What are any of you bastards reading these days? Believe it or not, I put down the band bios for a minute and I’ve been enjoying the hell out of John Dies At The End. It’s got kind of a MIB vibe, if the agents were a couple of twenty-something college dropouts.
In this reissue of an Internet phenomenon originally slapped between two covers in 2007 by indie Permutus Press, Wong — Cracked.com editor Jason Pargin’s alter ego — adroitly spoofs the horror genre while simultaneously offering up a genuinely horrifying story. The terror is rooted in a substance known as soy sauce, a paranormal psychoactive that opens video store clerk Wong’s — and his penis-obsessed friend John’s — minds to higher levels of consciousness. Or is it just hell seeping into the unnamed Midwestern town where Wong and the others live? Meat monsters, wig-wearing scorpion aberrations and wingless white flies that burrow into human skin threaten to kill Wong and his crew before infesting the rest of the world. A multidimensional plot unfolds as the unlikely heroes drink lots of beer and battle the paradoxes of time and space, as well as the clichés of first-person-shooter video games and fantasy gore films. Sure to please the Fangoria set while appealing to a wider audience, the book’s smart take on fear manages to tap into readers’ existential dread on one page, then have them laughing the next.