I had no clue Jim Henson made movies like this.
(via EPICponyz)
Never in the history of the world have the merchants of obscenity, the teachers of unnatural sex acts, had available to them the modern facilities for disseminating this filth. High-speed presses, rapid transportation, mass distribution: all have combined to put the vilest obscenity within reach of every man, woman, and child in the country.
Perversion For Profit, narrated with lascivious zeal by news reporter George Putnam, is a 1965 propaganda film bankrolled by savings and loan criminal Charles Keating. The film was part of Keating’s fervent anti-porn crusade. In 1969 he was appointed by Nixon to the President’s Commission on Obscenity and Pornography. Among his many targets were Gays (who he wanted imprisoned), Russ Meyer, Playboy and Oui magazines, the Ramada Inn for offering adult entertainment on cable TV, Larry Flynt, and virtually anything on two legs that possessed any form of sexual energy. “Keating kept a large supply of pornographic examples in his law offices in Cincinnati, to show to any visitors who seemed skeptical about the nature of the problem.”
This same type of rot and decay caused sixteen of the nineteen major civilizations to vanish from the Earth. Magnificent Egypt, classical Greece, imperial Rome, all crumbled away not because of the strength of the aggressor, but because of moral decay from within. But we are in a unique position to cure our own ills: our Constitution was written by men who put their trust in God and founded a government based in His laws. These laws are on our side. We have a constitutional guarantee of protection against obscenity. And, in this day especially, we must seek to deliver ourselves from this twisting, torturing evil. We must save our nation from decay and deliver our children from the horrors of perversion. We must make our land, ‘the land of the free’, a safe home. O God, deliver us, Americans, from evil.”
It’s amusing to watch Putnam rail about porn while the camera lovingly pans across photos of gloriously stacked gals in girly magazines. Fucking hypocrites.
More perversion after the jump…
Steven John Bator (a.k.a. Stiv Bators) and his Dead Boys blammoed out of the post-steel paradise of Cleveland and landed in New York’s East Village to help jump-start the punk movement in the bowels of clubs like CBGBs. Soon after the Boys broke up in 1979, Bators formed the post –punk supergroup Lords of the New Church with the Damned’s Brian James and Sham 69’s Dave Tregunna.
That was the band Bators was riding in 1983 when L.A. artist Jeffrey Vallance—who’d scored a miraculous gig as a host of MTV’s underground music showcase (yeah, something like that actually once appeared on MTV!!) The Cutting Edge—grabbed him to “debate” the head of the Southland’s Last Chance Rescue Mission, whose name happened to be, yes, the Reverend Dr. Hands.
As you’ll see, Bators took the path of least resistance, but this segment stands as a fun, somewhat campy artifact of the other side of the Reagan ‘80s. Seven years later, Bators will have become a literal dead boy at 41 after getting hit by a taxi in Paris.
He would have turned 61 years old today.
Bonus clip after the jump: the Dead Boys give CBGB’s the “Sonic Reducer” in ‘77…
Fitness-Gymnastik 2 - Aerobique mit Erobique und Katharina - Kunst und Sportverein
When I first saw this video I didn’t know what the fuck to think. Was it for real? A joke? Performance art? Well, it turns out the dude playing the keyboards and smoking the cigarette while leading the group in an aerobics workout is German musician Erobique. And based on this video, I think he’s some kind of genius. Check out his Facebook page here.
36 Years old. Played piano from the age of 8 until today. Member of International Pony (with DJ Koze & Cosmic DJ), Tex & Erobique (Just Drums and Piano Improvisation), Songs for Joy (yearly Songproject at the Gorki -Theater in Berlin with Jacques and Chris Dietermann).
Did Music for Theatre for Schorsch Kamerun and Studio Braun, Remixes for Justus Koehncke, Comercial Breakup, the Happy Couple, etc…
A truly inspired piece of weirdness and one of my favorite videos of the year. Watch it all. I think you’ll dig it.
Via misterhonk.de
In 1967, I hitchhiked from Washington D.C. to the Haight-Ashbury to get in on some groovy hippie shit.
As a former acidhead who took multiple trips in many different settings, I never encountered anything remotely like ‘Blue Boy’. But, I’m glad that I didn’t see this episode of Dragnet when it aired in 1967. Talk about a bummer. This probably triggered a few bad trips.
I remember the anti-acid hysteria that dominated the media of the time, from chromosome damage to people jumping out of windows to kids staring at the sun until they went blind. All of which were lies. It seems there’s a renewed interest in LSD and MDMA among psychologists and therapists. I’m looking forward to the day when pharmaceutical grade LSD is made available to those of us who respect it. I haven’t done acid since 1970 and I’m about due. But, it’s gotta be the real deal.
Warning: this video could trigger flashbacks and/or serious injury due to laughter-induced hyperventilation.
Starring Michael Burns as Benjie “Blue Boy” Carver.
Ad in toy trade journal - circa 1960. Every kid must have one! Play real tunes with your nose.
Didn’t Roland Kirk play one of these?
I wish I’d had a Snoot-Flute in my old coke snorting days. Snorting and Snooting. I would have killed at the Mudd Club.
Via History Will Absolve Mike
Westboro Baptist Church, eat your heart out.
A scene from the half-hour Comedy Central special “This Show Will Get You High,” created by Matt Besser, one of the founders of the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre.
(via The High Definite)
Finally! Actually, this condom bagpipe doesn’t sound bad at all. It’s ‘safe’ music I suppose.
Two condoms are used (one inside the other) to create the bag for this bagpipe. The chanter and drone are aluminium tubes with a membrane reed at the top of each.
(via HYST)
I’ve been feeling particularly vulnerable lately and I find it therapeutic to make fun of other people. My sense of self-esteem is so low that I’m actually reduced to dissing people who don’t deserve it. These folks are just doing their best to share a beautiful moment with us. It’s indicative of how callous I’ve become (though I claim vulnerability) that this heartfelt performance makes me nauseous. I hate what I’ve become. I’m a product of the new digital disconnect. I need to start doing drugs again.
Via Village Voice