The “Whassup?” commercial from 1999 will forever be burned in my brain. What started out as one of the funniest TV commercials, ever, turned into torture once everyone on the planet had to say “Whassup?” at least 10,000 times a day. It felt like the catchphrase went on for years. Way, way past its expiration date.
Well, artist Mathias Lachal is breathing new life into the famous Budweiser commercial with his very own spin. And guess what? It’s amazing. Just watch.
Painting of Hasil Adkins by his good friend, Joe Coleman
Appalachian avant-garde rock ‘n’ roller Hasil Adkins is undoubtedly one of the weirdest figures in rock history. Extremely prolific, his full discography is basically impossible to track down, with too many short runs and one-offs to count. With the tone of his music nearly always invoking the psychotic, and his subject matter ranging from murder to fried chicken to women to aliens, you’d expect a much gruffer interview—or at least a much more spastic one. I mean, the guy sounds like a hillbilly Satan’s one man band—with elements of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Captain Beefheart, and Hank Williams thrown in for fun.
What follows, however, just sort of sounds like a conversation with my Appalachian Papaw—right down to his inability to take a compliment. The man is nothing if not a charming eccentric, completely gracious, even when a DJ repeatedly gets his name wrong.
During the interview The Haze explains the fairly pedestrian origins of his opus, “No More Hotdogs!”
In 2011, 14 people were prosecuted for homosexuality, 12 were convicted.
Roger’s 3-year conviction led to a campaign by Amnesty International and Rights activists, which saw Roger provisionally released on bail in July 2012, on health grounds. However, an appeals court upheld the 3-year sentence against Roger.
Roger still has to serve 2 more years in jail under horrible conditions, but Cameroon’s President Biya could free Roger from this sentence and end the anti-gay laws that jailed him in the first place. Biya has made statements that could indicate he’s evolving ont his issue and he knows that Cameroon’s reputation is at stake.
TO: PRESIDENT BIYA AND MINISTER OF JUSTICE LAURENT ESSO
We call on you to free Roger Jean-Claude Mbédé, who was jailed for sending a text message, and to place a moratorium on Cameroon’s discriminatory anti-gay laws.
These laws deny basic human rights to many Cameronians like Roger and create an environment of hostility and fear. End the use of laws that make it a crime to love who you choose and encourage their permanent repeal.
Ferocious live footage of the Ramones at the State Theatre in Minneapolis from Wylde Rice, a super-hip Minnesota PBS show of the time. Backstage, the boys discuss the punk scene in England, dismiss the notion of punk “politics” and the reporting of violence at punk gigs as overblown.
They start off with a great “Rockaway Beach” and later rip through “California Sun” and “Blitzkrieg Bop.” Shot on January 21, 1978. The Runaways were the opening act!
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins on The Arsenio Hall Show, right around the time that he appeared in Jim Jarmusch’s Mystery Train film.
He gets introduced by Emo Phillips! The post song banter is fun, too.
I saw Screamin’ Jay a year or so before this was taped and his live show was outrageously good fun. Upon his death in 2000, it became widely known that the original shock rocker had sired approximately (give or take) 55 children!
Christian radio host Janet Mefferd cuts to the heart of the gay rights matter and says out loud what many will not: Many conservative Christians simply do no want to be forced to look at gay people.
Whether the homosexual activists like it or not, and I know this isn’t politically correct to say this, but not everybody wants to see that. I know that that’s offensive to the activist crowd, they want us all to see it, they want us all to approve of it, they want us all to call it blessed and okay and rejoice and have parties and throw confetti in the air over this whole thing. But the fact of the matter is it’s a moral issue. You will always have Christians who will disagree with this and why should the rights of the activists trump the rights of Christians?
By this same logic why should the rights of the black people have trumped the rights of Southern slave owners?
Got an answer for that one, Janet?
I’m sure you do. I’m equally sure that it’s fucking stupid and decidedly unscientific.
(And what about people who are offended by low IQ idiots like Janet Mefford, don’t we have any rights?)
Advice to Janet Mefferd from the Holy Book itself:
If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out.
That’s right, Janet, gouge your own eyes out if you’re offended by gay people. The Bible IS the inerrant word of God, isn’t it? Out they go!
Barring that, stay at home and keep the door locked and the TV off. The 21st century is gonna really suck for you otherwise, doll.
A very, very happy birthday to the very, very wonderful Yoko Ono who turns 80 today!
I was introduced to Yoko Ono (I mean the concept of her; her work) when I was a little kid, probably 6 years old, and I found a copy of her book Grapefruit at a church rummage sale for like a quarter. I’m not trying to impress anyone with how smart or sophisticated I was when I was a small child, Grapefruit was something I stumbled across. All I knew about her then was that she had something to do (I didn’t know what, exactly) with the Beatles, who I was all into because I’d recently seen Yellow Submarine.
Grapefruit, a tiny book of the short, simplistic, whimsical and often hilarious artistic aphorisms Yoko is known for, is not exactly beyond the comprehension level of a precocious child. Here are some examples:
Carry a bag of peas.
Leave a pea wherever you go.
Steal all the clocks and watches
in the world.
Imagine the clouds dripping.
Dig a hole in your garden to
put them in.
It helps if you imagine Yoko’s voice reading it. For me it was love at first sight. I have always been in love with Grapefruit and with Yoko Ono. There has never been a time in my life when I wasn’t. I grabbed her albums from cut-out bins and garage sales throughout the 70s. Yoko was awesome and made music like no other!
I never got the whole “Yoko sucks” thing. It seemed so idiotic to me, then as now (I can see someone thinking that in 1975, but after post-punk showed just how ahead of her time she was? There’s no excuse anymore!).
Yoko Ono is a charter member of my pantheon of personal heroes. I even own a “Box of Smile,” her conceptual art piece that was mass produced in 1971 (It’s a small plastic box with a mirror inside. I have never—and I repeat NEVER—seen someone fail to crack a smile when they open it, not once).
When Yoko Ono announced on her Twitter feed in 2009 that she would answer some questions, she answered mine in the first batch. Keeping in mind what I wrote above, here’s what I asked and her reply:
Do you find that children “get” your conceptual art pieces better than adults?
Not necessarily. There are kids who think they are grown ups and don’t want to know anything that smells like kids stuff. And there are grown-ups who are still kids at heart who clearly get my work.
That made my day, I can assure you.
An excerpt from Yoko’s “Mind Train”:
Below, Yoko tells interviewer David Frost, in 1967: “My ultimate goal in film-making is to make a film which includes a smiling face snap of every single human being in the world.”