Really? My Ass?

Oh, there really are no words.

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When Vampires Had Sex and Drank Blood

Nothing makes me want to smoke again quite so much like watching The Hunger. I would, however, avoid the gold lamé raincoat Susan Sarandon is wearing. She does get her comeuppance for the coat, however, when Deneuve decides to toss her around a little bit. In this clip, of course, which you have to click through to enjoy fully.

Martha and the Vandellas are Hungry

An early version of The Carpenters, known then as The Dick Carpenter Trio, perform Dancing in the Streets. The video, obviously recorded from a television screen, is disarming for several reasons. The first, and most obvious, is that Ms. Carpenter starved herself to death and to see her in a festive white headband and matching shirt dress some fifteen years before is, naturally, disturbing. The second is that the poor video quality renders her with the appearance of a drum playing muppet, which is something that frequently haunts my dreams.

This Post Is Brought To You By My Unemployment

My favorite line from The Doom Generation as delivered by Parker Posey wearing a frizzy blond wig and heart-shaped sunglasses. Good times from 1995.

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The Little Man From The Other Side Who Urges Me To Work Out Then Drink

Right now my thighs hurt from squats and there’s too little of a bottle of pinot gris sitting in the refrigerator, so it might be fair to say I’m feeling good. Good, but with asterisks.  Apropos of being drunk on several natural compounds and one fermented chemical, here’s a bit of David Lynch aided by Angelo Badalamenti and the peerless Jimmy Scott. Click through for the strobe lights, oozy sax, and genetic disorders.

On Some Faraway Beach

While generally a despicable group of image cobblers, those brave souls that make Brian Eno YouTube fan videos are doing good work.

One of my favorites, On Some Faraway Beach, when you click through.

The Inexplicable Music Of My Youth

One of the stranger things my mother introduced me to, music wise. Tanita Tikaram, Twist In My Sobriety.

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And yes, I was an oddly depressed child. Why on earth would you ask?

Going To And Arriving At On The Digital Television

On City Drive Live tonight we see traffic moving, just lights really with dark masses hurtling behind them. The city looks grim, browns and blacks under the harsh glow of sodium arc, a low rent Koyaanisqatsi without sound. It’s mesmerizing in a strange way, grainy jangled footage of things in motion and watching it I wonder about the the motivation for all these things propelled. Going to a place and getting away from another, or maybe just driving as people will do, with the dark and the phosphenes moving off and behind while others wait up ahead.

Don’t Even Get Me Started On The History Of Plaid

This is my second favorite of the Brenda Dickson parody videos that were going around in that vaunted year of 2007. Nostalgia moves so quickly these days, doesn’t it?

(Click through for good times culminating in a labored handjob. Ha ha, just kidding. You have to pay for that, stupid)

We Are All Going To Die, Children.

There’s nothing quite like polite hysteria, in my ever so humble opinion.

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