what the fuck is wrong with those people?

You know the ones I mean.

omg, i was there

The most astonishing thing about finding this poster online is the realization that I'd forgotten about The Mothers. This was the first "psychedelic"-style rock concert I'd ever gone to and I'd always thought I'd retained a pretty clear memory of it (the light show, multiple Warhol films projected on the walls, the Velvet Underground closing the night by leaning a guitar up against an amp and walking out as the feedback continued to screech, and, of course, Nico), but not the slightest memory that The Mothers were there.

The funny thing is that in later years, I pretty much idolized Zappa. I spent a delightful evening with him in 1981 at his house up off Mulholand Drive giving him a private demonstration the then-new E-mu Emulator (it wasn't hi-fi enough for him, he ended up buying a Synclavier). He introduced me to his wife and daughter (Moon Unit - we sampled her voice into the Emulator and ended up using it as a demo for years), and played me tapes of an upcoming album (back when they were really "albums"). A truly memorable experience.

Up until tonight, I've always regretted that I never got to see him perform in person. I guess I'm glad I did, but I'm thinking it would have been better to actually remember it.

(And it was actually "Andy Warhol and his Exploding Plastic Inevitable.")

"she knows he'll treat her as he would a cigar..."

Inspired by N, here is yet another great moment in Amercian advertising.

Since Blogger annoyingly resizes graphics so that the longest dimension is reduced to 400 pixels, you'll have to click on the image to be able to enjoy the full grandeur of the copy. (What the hell is, "cigar smokers start young and stay young" supposed to mean, anyway?)

loss

(Via nerviosismo )

now you won't have to watch any more tv for a while

(By John Campbell)

product

There are, as you might imagine, endless compilations of "best" Michael Jackson music videos pretty much everywhere you look on the web right now. The Huffington Post apparently sourced theirs from MTV and their video for Billie Jean inexplicably includes the MTV ID header that you wouldn't otherwise ever see when it's shown on the air.

The screen cap speaks for itself.

It's kind of a sad day for celebritydom (unless you're Mark Sanford, in which case you're probably breathing a temporary sigh of relief).

most awesome film review ever

Seriously. Go here and read the whole thing. You will not be disappointed.

super seven incher

When I first encountered the ad below, I was virtually certain that it was the result of someone playing around with Photoshop. I mean, no actual major international corporation would really produce that ad, right?

Wrong. It's real.

As someone who has spent the majority of his career in marketing, I truly believe that great advertising can be both effective and, in its own way, an art form. But stuff like this just makes me want to take a shower.

Update: In checking out some of the online response to this ad, I came across this post by Brian Donovan that makes an additionally damning point. If you look at what the ad is literally implying, eating the Seven Incher is like giving, rather than receiving a blowjob. So the real message is:

"The BK Super Seven Incher. It's just like sucking a dick."

Genius!

the nietzsche family circus

(More here.)

zack johnson has a vagina

So, what do you think this is all about? (No fair googling or following it back to YouTube. That'd be cheating.)

(Via... well, that'd be cheating too.)