COOLER WEATHER IT'S NOT COOL TO SMILE
Random classic-rock thoughts for a Friday.
After the Gold Rush came up in a mix on my iPhone yesterday, as a blue Toyota Echo with the words “The Merry Maids” printed in pink block letters on the passenger door pulled up next to me at a light. And if a blue Toyota Echo with the words “The Merry Maids” printed in pink block letters on the passenger door could sing, surely it would sing After the Gold Rush...
I have very little use for live versions of songs in general, but Hang On To Yourself from the Ziggy soundtrack is a step up from the studio version. The less said about Arnold Corns, the better...
Moonlight Feels Right by Starbuck is noxious post-hippie piffle, but the marimba solo on the bridge is kickass...
Top 2 Songs That Contain Video-Game Sound Effects
1. Ivan Meets GI Joe, The Clash (Space Invaders)
2. The Logical Song, Supertramp (Mattel handheld electronic football)
Question of the week, from Lana: “Daddy, why does he have $26 in his hand?”
I've been infecting people with Popcorn by Hot Butter all week-- it's your turn now:
Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts
Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I'LL GIVE YOU A MAN WHO WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
We watched The Spy Next Door for movie night this past weekend.
It's a Jackie Chan family film in which he plays a Chinese spy on loan to the CIA. He is deep undercover as a nebbishy suburban pen salesman. He's dating the divorcee next door, who has two kids and a step kid. The kids all hate Jackie Chan because he's such a square. Little do they know, amiright amiright?
Anyway, the truly surreal aspect of the movie is that it turns on the plot conceit of having the nerdy middle-school son attempt to download a “rare” concert by the early 80s British hardcore band GBH. You see, having this “rare” (and there are those pesky quotation marks again) concert is supposed to be currency with the mouth-breathing bullies who make our young protagonist's life a wedgie-tinged hell.
Well, it turns out that the GBH file is actually an encrypted Russian file, and not an early 80s British hardcore concert. So of course the bullies are enraged. Atomic wedgies ensue.
But here we get our first hint that Jackie Chan is something cool. He comes through for the nerdy boy and burns him a CD of the “rare” Iggy Pop/David Bowie Shanghai concert that all the middle-school bullies are mad for these days.
And how'd he get a hold of it?
He was there, motherfucker. He was there...
We watched The Spy Next Door for movie night this past weekend.
It's a Jackie Chan family film in which he plays a Chinese spy on loan to the CIA. He is deep undercover as a nebbishy suburban pen salesman. He's dating the divorcee next door, who has two kids and a step kid. The kids all hate Jackie Chan because he's such a square. Little do they know, amiright amiright?
Anyway, the truly surreal aspect of the movie is that it turns on the plot conceit of having the nerdy middle-school son attempt to download a “rare” concert by the early 80s British hardcore band GBH. You see, having this “rare” (and there are those pesky quotation marks again) concert is supposed to be currency with the mouth-breathing bullies who make our young protagonist's life a wedgie-tinged hell.
Well, it turns out that the GBH file is actually an encrypted Russian file, and not an early 80s British hardcore concert. So of course the bullies are enraged. Atomic wedgies ensue.
But here we get our first hint that Jackie Chan is something cool. He comes through for the nerdy boy and burns him a CD of the “rare” Iggy Pop/David Bowie Shanghai concert that all the middle-school bullies are mad for these days.
And how'd he get a hold of it?
He was there, motherfucker. He was there...
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