A history of the Beatles as told by their hair
Amusing Beatles drawing by mozzarellapoppy over at deviantART.
(via Daily What)
Amusing Beatles drawing by mozzarellapoppy over at deviantART.
(via Daily What)
Cake by distopiandreamgirl ‘s
This must have been made in honor of Ian Curtis’ recent birthday. Regardless, it looks fucking delicious !
Thanks Ned Raggett !
Lennon and McCartney are the most covered songwriters of all time (Yesterday is supposed to be the #1 most covered song in history). I used to make a sport of finding great Beatle covers to make mixed tapes with, and let me tell you, there are some really grood ones and then again there are some really crappy ones, too.
Frank Sinatra and Shirley Bassey both do boffo version of George Harrison’s Something, but Desmond Dekker’s take on Come Together is the best one of all. There’s also the Tokyo Beatles, but more on them at a later date…
When it comes to the bad Beatle covers, none are so awful as the absolutely shit Beatle Barkers novelty album, where the songs of the Beatles are… uh, barked (and it doesn’t even include Hey Bulldog! What gives?).
Eagle-eared Dangerous Minds readers who used to watch my Infinity Factory talkshow back in the day, might recall that the show’s producer, Vanessa Weinberg, used what (kinda) sounds like dogs singing/barking (croaking?) a version of We Can Work It Out during the breaks and at the end of the show. This is where that came from.
It’s painful to listen to, as you might imagine, but there is a level of “so wrong it’s right” to the proceedings as well. It’s not even real fucking dogs, it’s human beings doing the barking! You can listen to the entire thing at the WFMU blog... if you, uh, really want to…
As insane as Utah can seem to be, the Multimedia Production Unit at the Brigham Young University’s Harold B. Lee Library have come up with a pretty good spoof response to Procter & Gamble’s soon-to-be-very-tiresome Old Spice Man campaign. Ad writers will never beat out college-kid smarmy smarts.
It’s safe to say we’re all scarred for life from seeing The Exorcist
In 1974 while THE EXORCIST was still playing in the theaters, my friends and I made a version of our own called THE DEMONIC POSSESSION. Originally the title was going to be MALEDICTION but we figured nobody would know what that is. Filmed in Pittsburgh, Pa and Atlanta, Ga, the film was made on SUPER 8 SOUND and runs 60 minutes. This is an excerpt. Miraculously the film was made without ANY parental censorship or supervision. A film by CLIFF CARSON Cinematography by BILL BURTON
Thanks Brian Ruryk !
Hausu (House), directed by Nobuhiko Obayashi, is the kind of movie that sends a writer scrambling for adjectives in an attempt to christen a new film genre. You pound your frontal lobes in the hope that you’ll dislodge some electrifying catchphrase that will be absorbed into film geekdom’s lexicon. I’ve been trying to come up with something hooky to describe the virtually indescribable mindbender that is Hausu. It’s not a J-horror film, it’s not a head film, it’s not some avant-garde psychological torture test, it’s not a cult film with an ironic smirk, it’s not…Well, I’m telling you what it is not. Let me try to wrap my brain around this and tell you what I think it is: Hausu is to cinema what a dream is to reality. It’s not just a simple record of events, it is the event itself. Hausu refers to nothing outside itself.
Though a mashup of pop memes, Hausu exists in a world of its own, devouring “reality” and puking it back up in glorious Technicolor. It’s a mixtape compiled by a demented Carl Jung - immersive, repellent, hysterical and visionary - forging a new consciousness composed of scraps of dead worlds.
Hard as it is to believe, Hausu was made in 1977. It feels as fresh and looks as startling experimental as anything being made by David Lynch or Guy Madden…except wilder.
Oh, the plot is about a demon possessed house, but that’s not important.
As for my new catchphrase, it’s a play on hypnagogic, that state between being awake and falling asleep. Hausu is hipnagogic.
Hausu will be released by Criterion in August on DVD.
“You’ll always be a little girl in my eyes.”
Apparently, champagne and Quaaludes are not included. Purchase from Heeb Magazine for $5 each or 10 for $30.
This is so wrong on so many levels that it’s positively right…