Please tell me one of you bastards is behind this account.
Alice Cooper, Power Popper
You never hear Alice Cooper mentioned as a power pop pioneer, but this song from ’73 checks all the boxes. AC has said that they were copying Substitute by The Who, and you can certainly hear that in the guitar intro. More interesting (to me, anyway) is that the the beginning of the verses are very close to the verses of Let’s Spend the Night Together by the Rolling Stones. Creative theft at its best.
My Eyes! The Goggles Do Nothing!
The horror, the horror.
Sylvester Stallone designed this pen and watch set a few years ago as part of cross-promotion for The Expendables. The watches ranged in price from $5,000.00 up to $75,000.00!
So, basically the guy who sat next to you in 8th grade study hall is now making pens.
Or …
For the man who has everything … except taste.
Or …
EXOTIC. MAJESTIC. IMPOSING. A pen that feels like a steel dick in your pocket, stabbing your actual genitals.
Radiohead Fan Speaks Out
https://youtu.be/UHS3ci9H_Uc
Still funny.
Don’t Say The C-Word To Elvis
Nice article on Elvis Costello and his current health over at the Beast.
Most surprising item: His mother is still alive!
Big Jim, Big Jeff, & Dr. Steel
Is it me, or were these toys incredibly homoerotic?
Exhibit A, the copy for this commercial …
The incredible Dr. Steel!
You’ve got Big Jim and Big Jeff hacking ‘cross the land
Stopped cold by a gleaming hand
Of the incredible Dr. Steel
With rugged face and strange tattoo
You make him break a bar in two
Make Big Jim and Big Jeff strike a blow
Is he friend or is he foe?
Get him drunk and make a pass
Take him in the alley and pound that ass
Of the incredible Dr. Steel!
Ha ha.
Get yours [BROKEN LINK].
Sizzle, My Sweet, In The Flames of the Damned!
The most relaxed torture victim you’ll ever see. He’s obviously working his ass off to maximize the pain, while she looks like she’s getting a foot massage.
Are You Talkin’ To Me?
No Children
Holy cow, this is dark. And funny.
I met John Darnielle in the Atlanta airport this past summer and told him I was big fan. He seemed to enjoy being recognized and told me I’d made his day. I think he assumed I meant I was a fan of his music, and I completely forgot to tell him I love his books too. D’oh!
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life
I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die