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At best : You will have a great time Saturday night and get laid by somebody covered in fake blood.
At worst : You will not get laid, but still have a great time while, unbeknownst to you, some cracked-out label tard will corner this band after the show and decide to throw what little is left of the money in the record industry at them and turn them into the Kings of Leon.
So let’s hope for the best!
The Lost Footage 2009’s Zombie Prom
Saint Motel “To My Enemies”
Björk/Alexander McQueen “Bachelorette” (Live @ Fashion Rock´s)
Shalom Harlow and spray-painting robots in Alexander McQueen for Givenchy Spring/Summer 99
“People always ask me why I don’t stick around after the show, but stick around for what? I never go to my after-show party. I’ve been a rock kid. I’ve done all that madness. Things change. I know what kind of world I work in, and I find the social and political side of it incredibly stressful. I’m now in a position where I don’t have to play the game, and I choose not to. I visit. I don’t stay.” - Alexander McQueen
*Thanks to boyshakiro for posting.
When you think of him, if you think of him at all, you’re probably not thinking of him. You’re probably thinking of Tom Hanks playing a way too charming version of him in that half-baked cinematic attempt at telling the very true story of how Senator Wilson damn near singlehandedly ended the Cold War by somehow bringing, in a very clandestine manner, the United States Congress, the CIA, Egyptians and the Israelis together to help finish off the Russians in Afghanistan.
If, by chance, you were lucky enough to not have seen that movie, then great! Go ahead and read the book. It’s much better.
And if you are familiar with the history of Charlie Wilson, the real life character, then maybe, just for today, instead of focusing on how the money he helped raise to arm and train the Mujahadeen in Afghanistan inadvertently made it possible for, what were then, freedom fighters to eventually become terrorists and turn their guns on us in two very hot wars, maybe try to focus on the fact that way back in the day, he helped end one super crazy long cold one.
Here he is sending a message to (then) Senator Obama in 2008.
*Thanks to stevegarfield for posting.
He got his first job on a fishing boat before most men learn how to use their penises (not counting Catholic altar boys of course).
At the age when I was super busy fucking off and tripping my way through “film school,” he was already captain of his first ship.
He made fishing on the Bering Sea look like dangerous fun, even though I’m certain it’s only dangerous.
He chain-smoked, had loads of bad tattoos, drank Red Bull like a sorority girl fresh out of Adderrall during finals week, and flipped his doctor the bird.
Captain was a real man — you could practically smell him through the TV — and he made me want to be a real man, though not bad enough to get a real man job.
And just b/c I saw it coming, doesn’t mean it didn’t sting when the news hit.
Seems apropo to drop some Tennyson right now, maybe a little “Crossing The Bar” perhaps? Here we go…
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Float on, Captain Phil.
Check out the video above to see Captain Phil doing a bit of what he does best, and here’s a link to Captain Phil’s NY TIMES OBIT.
Nico “These Days”
The Beatles “Dig a Pony”
*Thanks to eniahpets for posting.
No, it’s not scurvy.
Yes, I need a hot oil treatment or something.
Yes, my nose has been broken 3X.
No, it does not usually look like that of Robert Deniro’s at the end of the final fight sequence in “Raging Bull.”
Yes, though I am technically not gay, and currently do not believe that our commander-in-chief is doing his job quite as well as he ought to be, I’m sure there are some homophobic right-wing/conservative poopslingers out there that might be so inclined to mislabel me an “Obama Fag.”
No, I did not use the finger depicted to scribble that message on the red, crushed-velvet wall of the elevator in the Pacific Electric loft building.
Apparently some muttonheaded Palin poker left it there for me.
