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  • ‘The Name is Bootsy, Baby,’ the 1996 Bootsy Collins cartoon that never quite got off the ground
    06:10 am



    Bootsy Collins is very much responsible for the insane cartoon pilot you see below. Named after his 1977 album, “The Name is Bootsy, Baby” is actually pretty fantastic; our titular hero uses his superhuman funk powers to surf through space (on his magical star bass, of course), fight crime, save hot ladies, and… battle vikings and dragons? He still makes time for the music and his legion of fans, but when some wannabe suit tries to jack his spotlight, Bootsy is forced yet again to battle the forces of anti-funk. Okay, so the premise is a little thin, but I remember 1996, and there were way more abominable attempts to sell merchandise and breakfast cereal than this one.

    The cartoon wasn’t some two-bit operation either! Executive Producer Abby Terkuhle was responsible for some of MTV’s best animation—Aeon Flux, Daria, and Beavis and Butt-Head, just to name a few. Mike Judge, who gave us the voices of Beavis, Butt-Head, Hank Hill and more, lent his ridiculous vocal cords to the project. Bootsy voiced himself of course, and composed the music, but he also received a writer, director and producer credit. Obviously, “The Name is Bootsy Baby” never really got off the ground, but it’s rumored the cartoon was played before shows, making animated Bootsy his own opening act. That is some seriously meta-funkiness!

    Via Network Awesome

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    ‘God don’t like ugly’: Confederate flag parade in Georgia goes hilariously WRONG!
    02:55 pm

    The wrong side of history


    This had me on the floor laughing and crying, not the least because of the hilarious commentary coming from behind the camera which predicts what’s to come. But what happens at the end is just too, too perfect. Thank god for smartphones or else we wouldn’t be laughing about these dipsy doodles and their instant karma.

    This is less than two minutes long, watch the entire thing and know that your time will be well-rewarded.

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    Dangerous Finds: Conspiracy’s ‘velvet voice’; NASCAR bans Confederate flag; Tim Buckley remembered
    02:31 pm

    Current Events


    The mysterious tragedy of Tim Buckley: Julian Cope on the folk-singer who died 40 years ago today on June 29, 1975 from an accidental heroin overdose. (On This Deity)

    Government Study Casts Doubt on Legal Definitions of Stoned Driving: Simulator tests also confirm that marijuana impairs drivers less than alcohol. (Reason)

    NBC to Donald Trump: You’re fired! Trump’s the “new” Confederate flag, ain’t he? I thought he’d take at least a little while longer to implode. Asshole. (New York Times)

    Mom Pleads Guilty to Killing 2 Kids Found in Home Freezer: A Detroit woman pleaded guilty Monday to killing two of her children, telling a judge that she had no remorse for beating and suffocating the “demons.” (ABC News)

    Ted Cruz insists “religious liberty” is different from bigotry — but refuses to say how:“Bigotry is wrong,” he said, before telling NBC he’d dismantle the Supreme Court over same-sex marriage decision. (Salon)

    Why Bernie Sanders Will Become the Democratic Nominee and Defeat Any Republican in 2016: It’s not the first time in recent memory that a challenger to Hillary Clinton was once thought of as a long shot. (Huffington Post)

    If you haven’t seen that video of the disgusting pulsating “Frankenstein meat” then here’s your chance: How vegetarian are you feeling after that clip, eh? (The Mirror)

    Coheed And Cambria Sings Justice Scalia’s Dissenting Opinions Coheed and Cambria perform an original song with excerpts from Justice Scalia’s dissenting opinions on the Affordable Care Act and Same-Sex Marriage. (Funny or Die)

    NASCAR bans Confederate flag: Might even confiscate them from fans Dale Earnhardt Jr. supports: ‘It’s offensive to an entire race.’ (USA Today)

    What’s Killing the Babies of Vernal, Utah?: A fracking boomtown, a spike in stillborn deaths and a gusher of unanswered questions. Earthquakes. Dead babies. Lots of money. What do these three things have in common? (Rolling Stone)

    Meet Jeff Rense—The Velvet Voice of Conspiracy Theory Radio: He’s the “velvet voice” playing in your head deep into the night. He’s never rude. He never interrupts. And he seldom voices even the slightest hint of skepticism with his often weird, sometimes creepy call-in guests. Though the show sounds strange and oddly comical, pandering and providing goods and services to an aging population of mostly white, postmillennial conspiracy cranks is one of the fastest-growing cottage industries in America. (Alternet)

    Below, a nineteen-year-old Tim Buckley sings “Song to the Siren” on ‘The Monkees’ in 1968:

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    Mel Brooks demonstrates the 12 emotions that every actor must master
    02:25 pm



    This remarkable gallery of Mel Brooks making the most of his entirely rubbery face appeared in a 1982 issue of Best magazine, a French publication. Here’s a typical cover of Best, also from 1982:


    Anyway, here was the spread as it appeared in the magazine. As you can see, Brooks is giving his impression of 12 core emotions, including fear, joy, astonishment, and sadness. In each case Brooks has supplied a little comment on what the emotion means. If you click on this image, you will be able to see a larger version.

    Here are better views of the panels, with inexpert translations that were enabled in large part by Google Translate.

    Sadness: Debussy
    Hatred: I do not practice it.


    Shyness: The very big girls
    Seduction: I cannot go to the discos without locking myself in the bathroom because the women are so beautiful.


    Joy: A girl named Sheila, against my expectation, gave me her address.
    Love: A good book in the hand of a beautiful naked girl when I’m in a hotel room that she paid for.


    Provocation: A waiter spills soup on me, I leave without paying.
    Ennui: All the Jews who borrow money from me under the pretext that am one.


    Fear: When there are many people at the table but they bring me the check.
    Stupidity: Believing the promises of politicians.

    More after the jump…

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    Rock starts: Your favorite rock stars when they were children
    12:04 pm

    Pop Culture


    Nick Cave
    This morning, my husband sent me the above baby Nick Cave photos for a chuckle (talk about a “bad seed” wonk wonk). For whatever reason, it became my mission, dear Dangerous Minds readers to find even more photos of rock starts (that was a typo, but I’m leaving it) as children. So, yeah, this what I’ve spent my morning doing. YOU’RE WELCOME.

    We were all babies once, you know!

    Debbie Harry (who turns 70 on July 1!)

    David Bowie

    Dolly Parton

    Brian Eno

    Kathleen Hanna
    More after the jump…

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    Hungry Freaks, Daddy: Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention’s ‘Freak Out,’ a listener’s guide
    11:00 am




    These Mothers is crazy. You can tell by their clothes. One guy wears beads and they all smell bad. We were gonna get them for a dance after the basketball game but my best pal warned me you can never tell how many will show up…sometimes the guy in the fur coat doesn’t show up and sometimes he does show up only he brings a big bunch of crazy people with him and they dance all over the place. None of the kids at my school like these Mothers…specially since my teacher told us what the words to their songs meant.

    Sincerely forever, Suzy Creamcheese, Salt Lake City, Utah.

    Freak Out!, the 1966 debut album by Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention was one of the first two-record sets of the rock era (Dylan’s Blonde On Blonde beat it by a week) and it was definitely the first two-record debut by any group. Although the album wasn’t a commercial success, making it only to #130 on the Billboard charts, it immediately established the archly intellectual Frank Zappa in the very first rank of rock musicians. In fact, Paul McCartney was said to be so impressed with Freak Out! that the album apparently provided the initial inspiration for The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s album. At first there may not have been a lot of listeners, but most certainly the right people were tuning into Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention’s freaky vibe from the start.

    Freak Out! was produced by legendary African-American record producer Tom Wilson, who also worked with Simon and Garfunkel, Sun Ra, The Velvet Underground, Eric Burdon and The Animals and Bob Dylan (Wilson produced three Dylan albums and the “Like a Rolling Stone” single). The story goes that Wilson signed The Mothers to MGM thinking that they were a white blues band. He had heard just one song. “Trouble Every Day,” when he saw them at a club on the Sunset Strip and incorrectly assumed the group was something like Al Kooper’s group, The Blues Project!

    They were anything but. The Mother’s uncompromising sound was an unheard of combination of corny doo-wop (which Zappa both loved and parodied mercilessly), R&B, tape manipulations, musique concrète ala Zappa’s idol Edgard Varese, free jazz, shifting time signatures, classical music touches and trenchant satirical social observations (Zappa was nasty to both “straights” and hippies in equal measure, even his own audience had their noses tweaked by Frank Zappa, one of history’s ultimate non-conformists).

    The story of the early days of the Mothers of Invention is a fascinating one, but basically, the Cliff Notes version is this: In 1965, Frank Zappa, a would-be film soundtrack composer, recording studio owner and rock guitarist living in the incredibly boring San Bernadino country city of Rancho Cucamonga, CA was invited to join a local rhythm and blues band called the Soul Giants. The band was renamed “The Mothers” (as in “motherfuckers,” indicating how good of musicians they were). The Mothers started gigging in Los Angeles and soon Frank Zappa was the “Freak king” of Hollywood. (Historical note here: LA’s “Freaks” were basically weirder hippies and they dressed differently from the way San Francisco hippies tended to dress, which in 1965-66 was far more “Edwardian” than it was tie-died. The LA vs SF, freaks vs hippies issue was a short-lived one, but a distinction that is important to note. The “Freaks” were the people (mostly Valley girls) who congregated around Carl Franzoni (“Captain Fuck”), teenage Szou and her “aging Beatnik” boyfriend (later husband) Vito Paulekas. “Vito and his Freakers” participated in sex orgies and went out to art openings and the clubs on the Sunset Strip enlivening every event they attended with their distinctive dancing. This clip, from the “mondo” film You Are What You Eat was actually shot at a Mother’s performance, but the filmmakers couldn’t get the music rights and used a song by the Electric Flag instead. It’s probably as good of a representation of Vito and his Freakers as exists).

    In other words, there was a “built in” scene for Frank Zappa to take advantage of when the Mothers moved to Los Angeles. He came to town, looked around and he took it over. Quickly. By 1966, Zappa was a figure who loomed large over the Sunset Strip.

    The first songs the Mothers (rechristened “The Mothers of Invention” at the insistence of MGM) recorded with Wilson were “Any Way the Wind Blows” and “Who Are the Brain Police?” In The Real Frank Zappa Book, FZ described the scene in the studio:

    “I could see through the window that he was scrambling toward the phone to call his boss—probably saying: ‘Well, uh, not exactly a “white blues band,” but…sort of.’”

    Wilson would champion Zappa’s creative vision to the label, securing him an unheard of recording budget for Freak Out! and putting his own career on the line for the ambitious young composer/bandleader. The album’s psychedelic cover art direction was a bit misleading, perhaps, but due to the freak “hot spots” map of Hollywood, the liner notes indicating all of Zappa’s “friends and family” and inspirations (David Crosby, Tiny Tim, Charles Mingus, Guitar Slim, Eric Dolphy, Igor Stravinsky and others are all there, now the subject of a documentary called The Freak Out List) and the fact that it was a two-record set gave his new fans something to immerse themselves in and obsess over (Zappa fans are an obsessive lot, trust me on that one). Zappa understood his audience well: Freak Out! was the rock music equivalent of getting into Marvel Comics and discovering that there was an entire Marvel “universe” to pour over. It was if Zappa and his freaky scene landed like Martians during the middle of the Lyndon Johnson administration. It was fortuitous timing, right as the world was about to go from B&W to vivid color.

    Because Freak Out! was deleted from the MGM catalog in the early 1970s and was not in print again in the USA until Rykodisc released the Zappa catalog on CD in the late 1980s, it’s not really an album that tons of people have heard. It’s an album that should rightfully be held in the same high regard as the debut albums by the Velvets, Jefferson Airplane, Love or the Doors and is tragically less well-known than it should be (no, I’m not saying that Freak Out! is an obscure album, because it’s not, but how many people who are hip to something like, say, Forever Changes, have never heard even a single song from it?)

    Although it can safely be assumed that the music on Freak Out! is indeed pretty freaky, it’s not at all inaccessible. The very first song I’d play for someone to introduce them to the album would be “Trouble Every Day,” the same song that intrigued Tom Wilson enough to sign the band on the spot. In it Zappa describes watching the Watts Riots on TV:

    Continues after the jump…

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    Furious idiot rails at NBC affiliate for changing its peacock logo to the ‘colors of gays’
    10:37 am



    If you were paying any attention to the news on Friday, the big day when the Supreme Court handed down its decision banning state-level curbs on gay marriage, thus making gay marriage legal in all 50 states, it seemed that everything was coming up rainbows, from the White House and Niagara Falls to Disney World and One World Trade Center, and that’s not even mentioning approximately 57% of the user icons on my Facebook feed, and I’m betting yours as well.

    Of course, the ruling elicited, in addition to unmeasured outpourings of joy and exultation, plenty of expressions of feckless, petulant resistance from those who are not on board, or not on board yet, with the concept of gay marriage. Starting with the Justices themselves, Justice Scalia just about blew a gasket, claiming that now the United States “does not deserve to be called a democracy” (?!) and Chief Justice Roberts, curiously, wrung his hands over the fact that the “the proponents of same-sex marriage” had “lost, and lost forever ... the opportunity to win the true acceptance that comes from persuading their fellow citizens of the justice of their cause.”

    As if it were the responsibility of oppressed people to go without their fundamental rights so that ........ bigots can have some kind of edifying teachable moment? That’s the best I can do with it. Today it was reported that Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton is now insisting that county clerks in Texas have the right to refuse to issue marriage licenses to gay couples if the clerk has a religious objection to same-sex marriage, which frankly ushers in a bizarre new chapter in legal theory (“I’m sorry, I can’t serve you alcohol at this bar, I’m a Muslim…...”).

    Anyway, of all the spittle produced in behalf of monolithically hetero weddings, my favorite is probably the bit of outrage produced by Don Stair, most likely a resident of Arkansas, who, confronted with images of celebratory rainbows everywhere, decided to reach out and let a local TV affiliate know that he disagreed with their choice to join the bandwagon and switch to a rainbow logo. The problem is, the channel in question was KARK, an affiliate of NBC, and their logo is a rainbow peacock, exactly the same as it has been for literally decades.

    Here was Stair’s message, on Facebook, as displayed by KARK:

    (Screenshot via KARK 4 News on Facebook)
    With admirable economy, KARK responded to its viewer’s outrage in the following manner:

    The NBC peacock logo has actually been around since 1956, predating even Ellen DeGeneres, the Village People, Stonewall, and Dan Savage. Soon enough, some of KARK’s more liberal viewers joined in to make fun of Stair:




    via Addicting Info

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    Paul Kirchner returns! New comic from the master behind ‘the bus’ and ‘Dope Rider’
    08:58 am



    One of the greatest benefits to my employment at Dangerous Minds has been the discovery and small role in promoting a genuinely neglected comix talent, Paul Kirchner, who in the 1970s and 1980s had been producing two separate (and very different) trippy and philosophical comics for High Times and Heavy Metal—that is to say, Dope Rider and the bus, respectively—but stopped putting out new work at some point. I discovered Kirchner’s work through the terrific blog Biblioklept, which several months ago began running one installment of the bus every weekend. Needless to say, the strips captured my attention. 

    Dope Rider, which was about a pot-smoking skeleton cowboy wandering psychedelic vistas in the Old West, ran periodically in High Times from 1975 to 1986, while the bus (always set in lower-case), a Borgesian exercise in deadpan philosophizing involving a balding commuter and a gnomic urban transport vehicle, appeared in Heavy Metal from 1979 to 1985.

    In March of this year I wrote a post calling readers’ attention to Dope Rider, and a month later, working with the cooperation of Kirchner’s French publishers Éditions Tanibis, I wrote a post about the bus. In both cases reader response was strong.

    Over the weekend Éditions Tanibis contacted me to inform me that Paul Kirchner had published a new comic about his absence from the comix scene. That comic, called Strange Trip: A Boomer Odyssey, appeared in The Boston Globe yesterday. Strange Trip is about four pages long, and the subject is Kirchner’s own life and career as a cartoonist, from his childhood and college years to his apprenticeship as a comic book artist, his years of prominence with his two big strips, and his transition into advertising for financial reasons.

    After some years of obscurity, Kirchner says that he is back to doing new strips for both the bus and Dope Rider; he also indicates that for the first time in a while, he’s been getting admiring correspondence from fans. For what it’s worth, my contact at Éditions Tanibis suggested to me that it was the recent Dangerous Minds coverage that brought Kirchner to the attention of The Boston Globe in the first place.

    Strange Trip is more in the freewheeling style of Dope Rider, and Kirchner’s erudite approach is in full evidence, as he works in sly references to creative minds as varied as Bosch and Jodorowsky. The strip itself suggests a collaboration between Art Spiegelman and Scott McCloud. According to Éditions Tanibis (and the new comic strip), a new edition of the bus is expected to come out later this year or next year.

    Here’s a cute little video put out by Éditions Tanibis promoting their bound collection of the bus, which is available in English:

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    On the wrong side of history: Scenes from a South Carolina pro-Confederate flag rally
    06:57 am

    The wrong side of history


    Fulfilling my obligations as Dangerous Minds’ Senior Southern Affairs correspondent, I wrote last week about the deadly church shooting in Charleston which took the lives of Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd, Susie Jackson, Ethel Lee Lance, Depayne Middleton-Doctor, Clementa C. Pinckney, Tywanza Sanders, Daniel Simmons, Sharonda Coleman-Singleton, and Myra Thompson. That article examined the whirlwind of events that took place in the week following the murders, most notably Governor Nikki Haley and several flip-flopping Republican lawmakers calling for the removal of the Confederate battle flag from the SC statehouse grounds.

    In the few days since, there have been several newsworthy events related to the shooting, the white-supremacist ideology behind it, and the Confederate flag issue. Friday saw President Obama give a moving eulogy for slain South Carolina State Senator Clementa Pinckney, which included a pitchy, but truly tear-jerking rendition of “Amazing Grace” sung by the POTUS himself. On Saturday, activist and fearless badass, Bree Newsome, in an inspiring display of civil disobedience, shimmied the 30 foot SC statehouse flagpole and removed the Confederate flag before being arrested by State Troopers. Also, in the past week a string of nighttime fires have hit at least six predominantly black churches in Southern states.

    Saturday morning, June 27, just a few hours after Bree Newsome’s act of civil disobedience, a rally was held at the SC statehouse, organized by supporters of the Confederate flag, expressing their desire to keep the antiquated banner flying in front of the seat of South Carolina government. In contrast to a rally held last week calling for the removal of the Confederate flag from the statehouse grounds which attracted nearly 2000 people, Saturday’s pro-flag rally attracted approximately 50 self-professed “history scholars.”

    June 27th South Carolina statehouse flag rally. All photos by Bickel.
    A Facebook post listed the rally as taking place between 10:00 am and 4:00 pm. I snapped photos between 10:30 and 11:00 am. There was relatively little media covering the “event.” The flag supporters dispersed later in the day when both a rainstorm and about 50 members of the “Better Consciousness Foundation,” a group comprised of leaders from the Bloods, Folk Nation (G.D.N), and the Crips, organized for social justice, arrived on the scene.

    Here are my photos from the “Save the Flag” rally. Click on the thumbnail to see a larger version. The turnout was so adorably pathetic, you almost feel sorry for them. As we say in South Carolina, “bless their hearts.”

    Fittingly lonesome visual statement on the “keep the flag” camp. Click on image for larger version.

    A man, identified by onlookers as “maybe Katt Williams’ cousin” displays his Southern pride.

    The protesters went to great lengths to frame themselves as non-racists. This lady yelled to reporters at the scene, “I bet y’all won’t report this: I had dinner with a black man last night!” She then said, I shit you not, “some of my best friends are black people.” A man to her right chimed in that he was willing to bet it was a great dinner because “black people know how to cook.”

    In all probability, you is.

    Continues after the jump…

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    National Pornographic: Beautiful paintings of vibrators in the wilderness
    06:51 am



    Silver Panther
    As a sexual Luddite, I’ve never seen the appeal of vibrators. Maybe it’s the tacky synthetic materials, maybe it’s just the idea of electricity near my vulva, but there’s just something about bringing machinery into the boudoir that leaves me feeling like an old-fashioned girl. Even higher-end models like “The Rabbit,” with its little fuckable fauna accessory on top for extra clitoral stimulation, it looks a bit… bestial, for my tastes. No, I was never able to see the aesthetic value of the vibrator until coming across Alexandra Rubinstein‘s tranquil oil paintings.

    Rubinstein’s work is all pretty sexual. She does legitimately beautiful portraiture of smutty old skinflick stills, and she has some seriously not safe for work collections, like “Celebrity Cunnilingus,” which features famous guys (you guessed it) just going to town. My favorite though is “Into the Wild,” which she matter-of-factly describes as a “series of animals found on vibrators juxtaposed with their more natural environments.” Rubinstein’s menagerie isn’t exactly sophisticated erotica, but it is a high-brow dick joke, and that’s the sort of thing the arts should aspire to more, if you ask me.

    Busy Beaver

    Red Hot Robin

    Snow Bunny
    More good vibrations after the jump…

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