I’m not a big Kiss fan, but this clip is pretty amazing. My friend Sean turned me onto it, he found it on the Vice Magazine site. The official title is “A long beautiful flowing cape”. I’ve watched it about 20 times
(This is one is a hybrid, a little bit “I Hate Me” a little bit “I Like Records”)
Guy comes in last night to sell cd’s/lp’s. He’s in town to see the John Hiatt show at the Count Basie, he seems a little off. I’m not sure if he’s had a few pops or if he’s just excited to see John Hiatt. He tells a long rambling story about a John Eddie concert where John Eddie was really drunk and messed up a bunch of songs. Then he asks if other Jersey Shore luminaries ever come into the store. He follows each name with “I heard he’s a jerk”. This goes on for a while and I can’t really get away as I’m trapped behind the counter pricing records. He then points to a wall that has a few Springsteen pictures on it;
Guy– “My friend took that picture.”
Me– “that’s cool.”
Guy– “He’s coming in tonight and we’re gonna see Hiatt. That should be good,right?”
Me– “that’s nice”
Guy– (looking at his phone) “Hey, he’s calling me. Say something to him.”
Guy-(shoving phone towards me) “Here, tell him about the picture.”
Me-(glaring at the guy, but picking up the phone anyway) “yeah”
Guy– (yelling so phone guy can hear him) “Tell him about the picture, TELL HIM ABOUT THE PICTURE!”
Me-”You’re supposed to tell me about some picture.”
Phone– “What picture?
Guy– “YOU KNOW THE PICTURE!”
Me– “Here, This is retarded. Take your phone back.”
Phone– “What Picture!?”
So the guy’s not taking the phone back from me, he’s just yelling at it. “You know the picture!” and I can hear the guy on the phone yelling “What picture?!”. I just put the phone down and walked away, which is what I should have done in the first place.
Another short lived Red bank icon closed it’s doors, actually it was quite a while ago but I just took pictures of it. With such a great name I’m surprised they went out of business. I mean Christ, with a name like that you’d think they be selling odor removal products (example:”Aauugh! What’s that smell? Get the anti-stink spray and light a fucking scented candle, Jesus!”). Anyway, in figure 2 somebody put up a witty bon mot on a post-it note and then proceeded to tape the hell out of it. It’s been amusing Red Bank citizens for well over six months. I would have thought that the new window treatment store would have taken it down when they put up their “coming soon” window banner.
It was a shit night outside and dead inside when this guy came in. He was a big guy with a weird clipped accent, at first it sounded boomy and British but after he was blathering for a bit I realized it wasn’t really British. It sounded more like an upper crust John Lithgow type accent, like he was from the country of Broadway.
(KEY: + guy, @me)
+ Where do you keep… Bounce…
[now I don’t know what the hell “Bounce” is, I thought it might be a play along the lines of “Stomp” or something like that]
+ …It’s a brand new genre, fantastic stuff. It’s New Orleans music, hip-hop.
@ Alright, New Orleans. Let me check the New Orleans section.
+ Oh, no no no no no no, It would be hip-hop. (sigh) You do have a hip-hop, or rap section don’t you?
@ Yeah, it’s over here
[I walk over to the hip-hop section. It’s not gigantic, maybe five hundred cd’s and it’s easily navigable]
+ (sputtering) How…how…am I supposed to..to…to find anything here. There’s… there’s no…no order to it at all!
@ Yeah, it’s alphabetical (I pointed to the dividers with letters on them)
+ Well…well…is it alphabetical by artist or title?
+ …mmmmmm… first name or last?
@ last name or first letter of a groups name.
@ yeah, that’s not something I’d lie about.
[I slowly backed away, and fled the building for a cup of coffee]
First a little back story on this one: A) Most of these blogs are written and rewritten (although it doesn’t seem like it) on yellow legal pads, I have a lot of them around the house with a bunch of half written bullshit on them B) For the last fifteen years or so my friend and band mate Jon Kleiman and I (first in Monster Magnet, now Ribeye Brothers) have drawn these asinine childish drawings of each other entitled “This is You”. Most if not all of these drawings are of dicks with faces, arms and legs on them doing something retarded with the phrase “This Is You” scrawled on top. It would be presented to the other at band practice or work, with (example) “Hey, I found this picture of you (show the picture) it’s you as a dickbat with dickfeet pissing into your own coffee cup” The other would respond with a hastily drawn picture of something like a dick with a dick hat driving a dick car. Look, I know it’s amazingly stupid and childish. I have no defense, but it helps explain the story.
I went in to the Honda dealer to get my oil changed and I was in the middle of writing something that was originally on a scrap of paper. I grabbed a yellow pad out of my knapsack so I could finish writing. I was in the waiting room and I was writing and this guy sitting across from me starts giving me the stink eye. I ignored it for a few minutes, and I look up and he’s still glaring at me, so I put down the yellow pad and I see a “This Is You” (see above photograph) that I had drawn at practice a few weeks ago. The guy across from me saw a dick with a face on it with the words “This Is You” on it, no wonder he was glaring. Horribly embarrassed, I hid in the showroom until I was sure that the guy had left.
(A&P Press, reported by Bruce Boisclair)
A promotional movie tie-in between Oscar nominated movie The Hurt Locker and Footlocker shoe stores has been canceled after only one week. The reason for the cancelation was due to multiple complaints from customers. The promotion called “Footlocker Explosion of Savings” had ten Footlocker stores in the tri-state area transformed into warzones depicted in the movie. The transformation even extended to the Footlocker staff wearing black and white striped ghutras (head scarfs). Placed in this transformed warzone/shoestore environment were camouflaged “Savings Bombs”. When accidently tripped, these “Savings Bombs” would simulate an explosion (using smoke, flashing lights and noise) and the “victim” would receive $200. in Footlocker gift certificates. It is reported that at the stores featured in this promotion many customers were frightened and disoriented, in several cases the police were called. Footlocker has suspended the promotion without issuing a statement.
This is the not the first promotional misstep for The Hurt Locker. In January it was revealed that plans for an animated children’s version of the movie entitled “The Smurf Locker” had been put on hold indefinitely.