Andrew W.K.

Andrew W.K. is not interesting as much for his music, as for his attitude and carefully crafted persona, though his music is intrinsically wrapped in his charm. I highly recommend watching this because it's a perfect example of how his life philosophy enables him to do the many different things he does without it seeming banal and forgettable, even if you leave feeling like he's a scrub practioner. He says, in this performance for the office workers of NPR, something along lines that he tries to find perfection in his process, not the product, that the experience of doing things and having fun doing them is what its all about for him. It's an undeniably infectious attitude and I wish I had more of it.

See it over yonder

KING KONG's Camel thoughts

This goes out to Pants, who gets to see these majestic, humped creatures every day in India....



King Kong (w/Slint!)--The Camel's Walk Song

*download the other tracks off this 7" from the best music blog ever, Kick to Kill

I am not who you think I am because I am who I says I was

I ordinarily do not like to make fun of people, except those who misspell racist epithets, like to dress babies like Hitler, or play D&D, but this is just asking for it, esp. because the people who started this email chain potentially cost me time and money. That part of the story is a bore.

Instead, I will share these emails I get from the people who helped make this organization as brainless as possible. Granted, some of those who chimed in are not brainless and had something substantive to say to an otherwise hollow brain teaser of an email. But most of them need to just go breed or something. (Sorry, I am ornery today!)

It started with this email:


"Hi Everyone,

In the spirit of team building, I thought it would be fun to do a little exercise geared towards getting to know one another.

Please answer the following question, and send back to either just myself, or reply all if you are feeling really brave:

"I am not who you think I am....."


Any interpretation of this question is great....I am excited to hear back from as many as you who are willing to take out a few minutes of your busy day....."

Best, [mentally deficient team leader]

And here's the first humdinger:

"I am not who you think I am. I am someone you don't know yet I'm just like you. I'm caught in the same struggle of everyday life. I am not who you think I am. I am really just a dancer yearning to break free of these golden plated chains. I am a simple person with revolutionary thoughts. For the record...being vegetarian doesn't make you any more revolutionary. That's a dietary choice. I am not who you think I am. I am an open-minded, culturally aware, former activist, student, teacher. I am not a human doing am a human being and I'm a PC. :)"

Another Body Double post...

'....but I rerented Body Double because I want to watch it again tonight even though I know I won't have enough time to masturbate over the scene where the woman is getting drilled to death by a power drill since I have a date with Courtney at seven-thirty at Café Luxembourg.'

-Patrick Bateman, American Psycho

Excuse me while I pull down my pants and bend over

$24,000???? Is this the only kind of shit out there? Just execute me now.

New "Between Two Ferns"

ICI

Rob Reiner: Drummer/Painter

Rob Reiner's cool paintings from Anvil: The Story of Anvil

If it doesn't work out for Mr. Reiner in Anvil, I hope he keeps painting.

Fixed

I sometimes send posts out without double checking things are spelled right and look the way they should. The emails that go out don't reflect revisions. If you see glaring mistakes, please come to the blog itself and you should see all wrongs righted.
Danku

H.R. of Bad Brains

I saw this photo of H.R. at a recent concert for Vice Magazine. What strikes me about H.R. now is that he seems just as menacing on stage as he ever did, even though for more than ten years now, he stands completely still throughout the set and bows Rasta style after every song, as opposed to his eff shit up stage antics when he was young, as seen below



Bad Brains still ranks as perhaps the best, most visceral live band I ever saw.
When I was in highschool, upon seeing this Rasta, black, hardcore band, on a poster, I thought I was seeing something from outer space. It opened up a new world of music to me.

Dr. Know and Earl from Bad Brains lived in Woodstock for many years and played Bard in a reggae group a couple of times when I went there. I accosted Dr. Know after a show and said I was a big fan and stupidly asked him what happened to H.R. I dunno what I expected him to say to that. "Yeah, let's grab a cup of coffee and talk about it, Max". He just said "Long story." and walked away. I deserved that. But I'm glad to see they're back together. H.R. is the the most menacing front man ever.

ANVIL: THE STORY OF ANVIL (2008)

Watch it HERE.

It's about a metal band, the real Spinal Tap. It's about perseverance.
And look out for drummer Rob Reiner's nice paintings.

Siegel

I just remembered that when I was a boy, whenever I met another boy with the last name of Siegel—which seemed fairly often, since us Jews* herded together in certain schools—— that because Siegel sounded like "seagull" the boy with such a name should only wear blue and behave kindly at all times. I thought he should have a breezy character and not take things too seriously.

I didn't concern myself with the idea that a seagull might not have this disposition, that it instead might actually be a bread and excrement-grubbing pigeon-bully. I didn't question myself. I must have gleaned this idea about seagulls at an early age by watching music videos, like those of Don Henley or Mr. Mister. Those seagulls seemed friendly because they hovered in the distance over the ocean as lovers ran into their waves.

Invariably, I was disappointed by every Siegel I ever met. He never acted like a true seagull. He would beat me at handball. He would make fun of my snowy complexion. He would even boast about how his sandwich was better than mine. Little did I know that Siegel is a German word that is a "metonymic occupational name for a maker of seals or signet rings, or for an official in charge of a seal, from Middle High German sigel ‘seal’." Lame.

Watch this 100 x and call me in the afterlife

The Long Goodbye by Bob Altman