What a strange few days. I’m not goning to do any eulogizing (except: ilovemichaeljacksonandhewasthereasonifirstbeganlikeingmusicandwherewouldmusicandtheworldbewithouthim andhewasagniusandhegavealotofpeoplehappinesseventhoughheallegedlymadesomepeopleverysad. Ok, done. sorry), but I will say that when I was a little kid I had a red leather jacket with a bunch of zippers on it, and I wanted to be Michael Jackson. AND THAT WASN’T WEIRD AT THE TIME. Ahem.
And Farrah? She really died of anal cancer? Geez. Sorry Farrah.
And Ed McMahon, and Sky Saxon… And Lindsay leaving Videogum? SERIOUSLY GNAR WEEK, BRAHS.
At least we still have Beck though. He’s a little nuts, but listening to his Velvet Underground covers cheered me up.
I mean, how great would it be to roll down to Ocean Way (or Cello, or EastWest, or whatever the hell it is called now), grab some friends, have a hot blonde girl play sitar (I mean… I would teach Dawn to play sitar, duh), and record an entire album of great covers over a couple of days- just for fun? Live the dream, Beck Hansen, Live The Dream.
And finally, Explosions In The Sky tomorrow- time to get our cinematic-hipster-emo on.
4 Comments
July 2, 2009 at 4:47 pm
Anal cancer? Wow. The silent (but stinky!) killer.
July 2, 2009 at 6:12 pm
I’m gonna count that as a Zing for anal cancer and not its victims, you monster.
Just kidding (about the monster part).
August 22, 2009 at 7:25 am
Really though. Anal cancer?
Her family couldn’t have like, just said it was something else? Breast cancer? Lockjaw + violent vomiting? Anything really.
August 22, 2009 at 1:53 pm
Don’t underestimate the stigma attached to lockjaw.