This is what happens when my immune system does not function properly :|
Well, here I am, wriggling around in a swamp of my own makings, just trying to convince my mind that we don't want to actively experience this icy hot mess of an existence anymore. (Not today, no sir...not in this state.) Still, can't seem to get the autonomics to cooperate right now, so tonight, I'm actually gonna humor one of the little bloglet dillys that tend to buzz around my periphery. I'm not exactly sure wtf that means or wtf a bloglet evens is (sounds kinda retarded to me)...but basically I know that they are made out of internet and they kinda feel like tiny gnats bouncing up against the back of my eyesockets. I catch em hovering around the outskirts of this old dilapidated cumberbun quite a bit these days. Couldn't tell you why either, I've had the wherewithal to keep the little bastards at bay for a good while now. I just have to assume that my weakened state has allowed some sort of leakage to seep through the anti-germination foam we use to plug the holes around the blood-brain barrier... because all the sudden its like, "dude! how am I NOT gonna post a youtube to every music video ever featured on Beavis and Butthead back in the day that I can remember and still appreciate...right???"
Anyway, that's the plan tonight. Looks like the hyperbole and the meta-wallowing are also making some fast inroads again, so before we start a tone war and threaten all the progress we've made in not blogging...let's just quickly point out that the hardcore reminisce that took place during that last mix must've spawned this. and that Mike Judge had dope taste in music and did a really good job of subversively exposing a lot of cool shit back in the day.
But enough!!! Let the embeddening...BEGIN!
So I've been on a big industrial kick lately. Since the advent of free everything, i've gone back and explored a fair deal of what I missed. As far as NIN I've been all about it since Pretty Hate Machine. Or at least I might I claim I was... I'm just realizing I totally wrote Trent off as too old in an arena rock kinda way after With Teeth. Its tough for shit to get under your skin when things get too anthemic and overproduced, ya know? I can get down with a little bit of his new shit though for sure...
Ministry. In case you didn't know, this song is siiiiick! The vid reminds me of the movie Hardware. It was this super awesome early 90's sci-fi horror flick starring D. McDermot and Burglekutt from Willow. They actually featured "Stigmata" in it as a music video, but put a Gwar vid as the actual footage. That gets my vote for illest mashup of 1990 easy. Historians take note.
oh shit, here's that clip!
Question: who had the cowboy/dreadpirate thing going first, Al Jourgensen or Rob Zombie???
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White Zombie-Thunderkiss 65
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dammit, i can't embed that. bitch ass universal music group disabling me by request...making my blog look all slapdash.
but anyway, yeah also still an awesome song. I can't answer my own question via teh googles so I'm gonna give the title to Rob, just because his get-ups are pretty much outta control. That one where he looks like a Gen X pod racer??? Yeah, I don't even know, i guess he's kinda got like a post-apocalyptic yet proto-hot topic thing going on??? ...but peep his dance moves like a minute in though. hahahahah i totally didn't remember it like that. XD
"Kill Everything. Kill Everything. That's not Enough..."
What do you think you'd be like if you had to listen to that sample everyday all the time? Also, it's pretty hard to deny the aesthetic simplicity of bold typography...did KMFDM influence the huge surge in loud block capital tees over the last two years? Also, you think Shepard Fairey liked this video? Hmmm?? Also, what if you had like a little side tv built in your vision and all you saw was clowns exploding all day non-stop? would you be able to deal?? i bet that'd be worse than having the hiccups forever. Anyway, art and animation by Brute.
Bizarro Alice Cooper named his band Alien Sex Fiend, and thats cool by me. Do you think dude liked japanese tentacle porn stuff? It feels weird to me that that concept is so old in my head. Like shouldn't I be worried that that doesn't even strike me as all that strange anymore, relatively speaking? I bet if I showed my poor grandma 1/100th of the shit I'd seen on the internet over the years, her eyes would roll into the back of her head and her soul would have no choice but to rocket out the back of her head. And then I think about all the shitty little myspace tweens who've seen the shit before me! THATS when I really start feeling zombified. 
I've seen a couple prominent culture kids about town bringing back the flipped Suicidal Tendencies brim. Gotta strike when the irons hot, right? Not hating though.
Rollins Band coming with the similarly bipolar song structure. LOVE THIS VIDEO. The sets, the colors, Henry Rollins getting progressively grimier throughout while busting out with the maniac eyes. Bonafide classic for both Headbangers Ball and the Alternative Nation.
grrr...another universal owned vid... Primus-My Name is Mud
this goes next because of the ill shots with the tree and the dead sky remind me of some of the colors in the last one. also cause les claypool nails the scumbag role.
the comments are pretty hilarious, too.
Dude 1: PRIMUS SUCKS!!
Dude 2: FUCK YOU! PRIMUS DOES NOT SUCK!
Dude 3: you fucking dumbass you didnt know that "PRIMUS SUCKS" is their motto. you don't know shit! fuck you turdfuck!
Dude 4: Actually, I'm a REAL Primus fan. I spend all my time reading Les Claypool interviews and happen to know he doesn't particularly care for the phrase "PRIMUS SUCKS" anymore.
Dude 1: I was there man! I keep it real! PRIMUS SUCKS!
Dude 5: FUCK YOU! PRIMUS DOES NOT SUCK!
X 100+ pages.
I vaguely remember Plant Man and thinking dude was awesome in a cracked out uncle kinda way. I didn't know he used to be the drummer for Pavement though.
Quoted from Gary Young's wiki:
The final straw came when Young allegedly pulled a gun on Malkmus. When Young ranted about how he’d survive a nuclear war by finding a way to cook dead animals that would eliminate the radioactivity from their bodies, Malkmus joked exasperatedly, “You’ve got to shoot them right between the eyes with a silver bullet.”
hahahaha...good shit plantman!
The beginning part with swami Ted Danson seems heavily influenced by the Church of the SubGenius. No mere blogpost could ever contain my reverence for the organization nor posit some sort of convenient explanation as to what it all entails, so I'll just leave you with THE LINK.
Give Me Slack or KILL ME!
One of my favorite really crappy videos ever. Maybe it's just cause I dig this song a lot but whatevers, it totally works for me. Just some slow mo illin' in the woods... doing crazy fresh hand gestures and thinking bout the end of days.
I grew up near Venice Beach, but I don't remember seeing a lot of hobo humpin' slobo babes around. Maybe they were just kinda slick about their hobo humping?? I don't know, I guess I was kinda oblivious as kid...like I didn't even realize Squints from the Sandlot was in the band. :|
never really conceived of detachable penises before I heard this song so I have to give King Missile props for opening some major doors for me as a kid. But they also paved the way for a bunch of other shitty rock bands where the lead singer just kinda talks and stuff (Cake, Bloodhound Gang,etc.), so I might have to take it back.
Remember that movie Posse with Mario Van Peebles? Yeah, I never saw it either but I assume it was a lot like this video.
I always had an affinity for the lead singers squinty eyes. he looks kinda damp too, doesn't he?
anyway, dope song. hard as hell on Guitar Hero though!
so I didn't really know shit about Ween when I saw this and pretty much assumed that the dudes at the shwarma shop recorded this blown out demo just so they could yell at some cameras. Then mtv caught wind of it and threw it on the television because they thought it was hilarious. hahahhah, what a lil dumbass I was...
I've been playing this out a lot over the past year. It doesn't even get a great response, a little bit of scattered acknowledgment that dies off fairly quickly, but hey...doing top 40 gigs, you have to find small ways to entertain yourself. this is one of mine. can't front on that simple organ progression.
wasn't exactly all about this one but it did manage to stick. now I kinda appreciate that how honed in they had the "nerd rock for awkward people" back in the day. i was more into stuff like sublime and beck and smashing pumpkins around that point though. weezer and they might be giants were as far as I got into dork jams. maybe if punk rock girl wasn't so busted?
oh and I was REALLY into Soundgarden. This was the one that got me hooked. Back when Chris Cornell's mane was wild yet intoxicating and Kim Thayil couldn't decide if he was a rasputin or a nordic frost giant.
Grace Jones was another one of those artists I can recall but didn't really get at the time. She was just that one weird terminator broad who looked like a mannequin. Now, while I'm not the biggest fan of all her music, I still gotta give her mad respect for being on her own shit. She's definitely got some jams though.
Can we ever get back to the point societally where this is prime time entertainment? Honestly, I don't think so. But at the same time, I wouldn't be surprised if there was blog house or bmore remix of this shit. <- a="" afraid="" br="" find="" go="" hype="" i="" if="" is="" it="" m="" machine="" me="" on="" out="" right.="" scares="" statement.="" that="" the="" to="" too="" true="">
Bauhaus. I always kinda equated Peter Murphy as the dude in the walls from People Under the Stairs because of this video. The guy who had no tongue and was also in that got milk commercial (ya know, Awwon Buhh...AWWON BUHH!)? But yeah, dude does a mean ass ziggy stardust.
Saw Gwar the first night I moved to NYC. It was everything I hoped it could be. Even got elbowed real hard in the face once I mustered up the courage to jump in the pit. We somehow wound up at the Guggenheim later and my roommate ended up stealing a bottle of vodka from the bar. She then proceeded to drop it out of her purse 5 minutes later while we were walking up the spirally part. Right in front the security guard. We all just kind of looked at the broken bottle, then at dude, then a the million dollar paintings, and then back at the bottle for what seemed like ages. Then our eyes all just kinda glazed over in unison and we awkwardly shuffled away. Didn't even get kicked out. Kinda wacky.
BONUS!: Oderus and Beefcake running circles around Joan Rivers on her show circa back in the day. Specially dig the part about self-destruction being a consumer need.
I'm not sure I've ever hinted at it on my blog, so I will do so now. Tom Waits has got to be one of my top 5 all-time favorites. He's one of those true artist types, who've fleshed out there range and depth over the years while still maintaining a certain mystique. From the beautiful booze-soaked piano ballads to his avant garde experimentalism, dude has done in it all with style and self-assurance. And now he is old as fuck but can get away with making albums where he just yells a lot while banging on pots and pans. That gets him awarded legendary status in my book.
K, looks like the sun is up and I officially can't think right anymore. Plus my keyboard is overflowing with snot rockets and I'm worried it might electrocute me. Sure I missed some crucial ones but no worries, this post is already significantly overboard so my job here is done. And the "bloglets" have retreated temporarily. they did hint at a stockpile of dope visual artists and how its been awhile since I went off about that so i don't know...
to blah blah blahg or not to blog...sometimes its one of those questions. :|
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