Hanging with...
David Lynch and Moby while they jam in a studio together, oh and meditate.
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No Rain Bee Girl
Ever wonder what happened to the “Bee Girl” from Blind Melon’s No Rain music video? She grew up like everyone else.
The Clash Were Almost Called The Weak Heartdrops
One of the hardest things about starting a band is coming up with a name. In fact, it’s a little known fact that most bands have terrible names. And I’m not just talking about horrible bands and people like Limp Bizkit and Kid Rock. No—this goes beyond that. Upstanding, talented musicians like those in Led Zeppelin and Death Cab for Cutie suffer from the same affliction. At any rate, behind nearly every famous band name there’s a story, and NME has collected 25 of them. Included—among so many others—are the tales that bred Bloc Party, Radiohead, Klaxons, Nirvana, Black Sabbath and The Cure.
Mmm...Not So Much...
Drummer Prodigies Make Me Feel Like Starting A Variety Show...
Here are two clips of crazy drummer prodigies. The first is an 11 year old girl who must’ve first started playing in the womb. And then, there is this insane 8 year old boy from Romania.
Jay Reatard Throws An Evil Right
In this clip, Jay Reatard punches the hell out of someone who climbed on stage during a performance. The knock-out shot ended the show.
Jazz Hands!
Mexican Breakfast is the brainchild of legendary choreographer Bob Fosse; it’s also the dance that Beyonce used as the basis for the endlessly copied Single Ladies choreography. Some genius (thank GOD for the Internets) paired original footage of the dance with Walk It Out and it makes my eyeballs scream, the result is so amazingly good. Seriously, have a look. The mating of these two artistic triumphs is like a little slice of heaven here on Earth (aka YouTube). Go here.
Breaking Electric Boogaloo Style
Mr. Rogers gets an impressive lesson in breakdancing from a little B-boy.
Friday is Awesome. Like This:
Crazy, Real Aliens
This is genuinely amazing. It’s weird to think that things that appear in H. R. Geiger assisted movies might exist among us, in places we can’t normally get to. Please, please check this out here.
'70s Rock Stars at Home
It’s easy to forget that someone who is remembered for writing lyrics like “I’m gonna ram it up your poop shoot” has actual parents, but biology dictates that even the most controversial songsmiths do. That fact of nature is less of a head trip than actually seeing said songwriters not just alongside their ‘rents, but in the utterly un-rock’n’roll homes where they were reared. LIFE magazine apparently realized the subtle shock and oddly touching effect of photos of ‘70s rock stars—some of whom were, at the time, mostly known for publicly doing and celebrating things most of us wouldn’t so much as discuss with our parents—in their parents’ and grandparents’ living rooms, parlors and dens. It’s pretty f’ing awesome not just for the obvious reasons, but also because the featured rock stars seem to be so geniously color coordinated with the rooms in which they’re depicted. Anyway, head here to see a sampling of these vivid, brilliant pics.
Super Obama World
Imagine that Super Mario was all about hope and change. Got the picture? Good. Now go here.
Just Say Hell to the No
I know this site has been making the rounds for some time now, but I never cease to be amazed by just how damaging a few years—nay, a few months—of meth use can be (although, I did live in San Francisco briefly, so I’m not that surprised). In side by side comparisons, marvel at the amazingly rapid deterioration of meth users from boy or girl-next-door type to yuck. Go here—but I’m warning you, it’s not pretty.
Play with Daft Punk
Who could’ve expected that someday, Daft Punk would have their very own dolls? Not I. According to Hypebeast, the “400% Daft Punk 2Pack” won’t be ready to ship until March 2009, but that’s no reason you can’t oooh and ahhh over them now.
This is Good
A funny sign my friend saw recently:
Talk to the Airport X-ray Guy...Without Saying a Word
Artist Evan Roth deserves so much applause and so many props for this awesome creation. These metal plates go in your carry-on luggage. When they appear under x-rays, they spell out—in no uncertain terms—your message of choice. They should make one for touring bands that says, “That “bomb” you’re freaking out over? The one you’re about to take apart? That’s my guitar pedal, stupid.” But maybe there’s not enough room for all that…
NIN iPhone Game
I have a love-hate relationship with my iPhone. I try to use it more as a tool and less as a means to kill time. Maybe you are different than me and can’t stop using it as a distraction. If so, and you also happen to be a fan of Nine Inch Nails, you are in for a treat.
This Turtle Has More Punk Rock Cred than John Lydon These Days
If this turtle could talk, he would probably go on and on about how New York City sucks now because there’s no real junkies in the Lower East Side anymore and how the Bowery is total bullshit these days, especially since CB’s closed, and how he used to have a walkup on Avenue A that cost $100 a month, that he split with three roommates, and one time Johnny Thunders and Stiv Bators got into a fistfight on his fire escape while Billy Murcia shot up in his bathroom and how he introduced Sid Vicious to Nancy Spungen and man, does he ever regret that.
