There’s a rumor that Disney is color correcting Marvel movies for streaming. Pass it on.
Mrs. Renfield and I were discussing bad 70’s TV shows, and I suddenly remembered laughing my ass off at this episode of CHiPs, where Erik Estrada et al. turn their forensic skills on solving death threats against satanic rocker, “Moloch.” They don’t go to any trouble to hide their inspiration for Moloch, who apparently is so revered that he can get away with one-song concerts. This is even worse than I remember, and I post with deepest apologies.
Beneath the mayhem and incompetence, this is a good song with a great hook in the chorus. And the lyrics are as true as any. According to Wikipedia, Terry Adams of NRBQ likened their melodies to Ornette Coleman. I hear what he’s getting at. The long melodic lines appear to meander, but then they resolve into a nutty coherence. But I dunno that they remind me that much of Ornette Coleman. Since none of you can throw a beer at me for being a pretentious ass (today, at least), I’ll go ahead and submit that their melodic lines remind me of Hector Berlioz.
Love ’em or hate ’em, the Shaggs are a genuine enigma, and those are always interesting.
If you happen to run across an original pressing (you won’t), snap it up. They’e very rare and worth thousands.
I hate the songs of Jimmy Webb. He won a jillion Grammy’s, and he’s regularly named as a great songwriter by people who really should know better (Bruce Springteen and some others). At his best, his songs are merely annoying, melodically vapid, and oozing with gooey sentimentality (his songs for Glen Campbell: Galveston, Wichita Lineman, By the Time I Get To Phoenix). At his worst, they are also pretentious (McArthur Park) and stupid beyond all description (Up, Up and Away, McArthur Park again). I once played Richard Harris’s original hit version of McArthur Park to my older son, who was certain I was playing him a comedy record. If you’re so inclined, above you can watch him perform what could be the worst song ever written with such bone-headed earnestness that you may find yourself wanting Anton Chigurh to walk up and do his captive bolt stunner thing on him. I didn’t even make it to the infamous “cake out in the rain” part (surely the dumbest metaphor ever devised). In a way it’s funny, but mostly not. My question to you bastards: am I incorrect? If any of you are Jimmy Webb fans, can you clue me in as to what’s good about him? Did he write some hidden gems I’ve never heard? Because based on his biggest hits, I don’t get his reputation as one of the greats at all.
All day with these. I think I confabulated most of Murmur in my head.
Two Les Paul headstock repairs, two different approaches. Never realized Gibson’s design flaw until this gentleman pointed it out.
John Oliver has been great all year with COVID coverage, and this episode also kicks ass.
Please go watch this at once. Or re-watch this fantastic documentary, you non-Wipers remembering bastards.
YOUR TOWN IS NEXT
Certainly my favorite “best of” the year list:
• “PATIENT STATES HE STATES SLIPPED IN THE SHOWER AND LANDED ON A METAL AIR FRESHENER CAN AND IT WENT INTO RECTUM”
• PLASTIC TOY, “ABOUT 6 INCHES LONG”
• MATTRESS FOAM
• TURKEY BASTER
• COAT HANGER, “PATIENT UNSURE HOW IT GOT THERE”
• CIGARETTE LIGHTER
• BAG OF HEROIN
• LIGHT BULB
• CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT
• “WAS USING PROSTATE MASSAGER & IT GOT ‘SUCKED IN’”’
I particularly like the light bulb, like that’s where all the good ideas are.
More here. Ear, nose, throat, penis, and vagina included for completeness.