Post dumber videos.
The explanation, which is scarcely good enough. I’msending everyone from the ’80s to their rooms to think about what they’ve done.
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January 4, 2009
January 4, 2009
Post dumber videos.
The explanation, which is scarcely good enough. I’msending everyone from the ’80s to their rooms to think about what they’ve done.
January 4, 2009 at 9:53 pm
That was pretty dumb, but not Prager dumb.
I’m hereby nominating Dennis Prager for a Lesser Wank Award for his two-part series concerning the female libido and its affects on Dennis Prager.
January 4, 2009 at 9:54 pm
That’s just class.
January 4, 2009 at 11:23 pm
Outstanding, I nominate this as “Best Post of The Year!” You’ve set the bar pretty high for yourself I think, but you have 360 more days to outdo this. Good luck, The Editors!
January 5, 2009 at 8:23 am
If I was lucky enough to be in this band I’d go by the nom de rock “Jock Strap” and I’d be in charge of the Urdu, Kazoo, Woodwinds, and classy facial pubic expressions.
January 5, 2009 at 8:24 am
My sport would be Ice Dancing. It’s totally butch.
January 5, 2009 at 9:13 am
From the link:
singer Michael John Toste has claimed to have received financial advice from God, and is a self-proclaimed “prophet and business consultant” who allegedly tried to raise funds for his ministry
I recall reading similar things about the former members of The Knack. Something about being a failed rock star or one-hit-wonder back in the ’80s leads people to become religious wackos.
January 5, 2009 at 9:59 am
After seeing this and about 20 other Uriah Heep videos, I’m convinced they’re about 80% of the basis of Spinal Tap.
January 5, 2009 at 10:24 am
My sport would be Ice Dancing. It’s totally butch.
As a rhythmic gymnast, I’d totally kick your ass
January 5, 2009 at 10:58 am
After seeing this and about 20 other Uriah Heep videos…
You would be deemed clinically insane as a matter of course.
January 5, 2009 at 10:59 am
Somehow, it does not surprise me that there’s a Cleveland connection.
January 5, 2009 at 2:13 pm
Curv3: Would you care to make a donation to the First Church of Easy Livin’?
January 5, 2009 at 2:49 pm
I’m a tithin’ man. 10% of all my Toot Earnings.
January 5, 2009 at 4:26 pm
Always heartening to see a man keep his word. Dumber and dumber, ole’!
January 5, 2009 at 6:21 pm
You mean dumber than this one, yes? Since this one is so fuckin’ cool.
Ah the 80′s. When headbands and fingerless gloves were the height of fashion. So…, “groovy?” No …, “bitchin’?” No, I think that was about the time “awesome” became the ubiquitous variation of “fuckin’ cool.” Though “fuckin’ cool” has been, and always will be, fuckin’ cool.
And I don’t think we should let any post so heavily-reliant on that decade go past without acknowledging that it also happened to be the same era when a certain helicopter made its debut on America’s televisions… A helicopter that has been known to dabble in electoral politics…
January 5, 2009 at 6:26 pm
Wow. There goes my egg salad on white.
January 5, 2009 at 7:21 pm
The Editors, I salute you.
January 5, 2009 at 8:33 pm
No, I think that was about the time “awesome” became the ubiquitous variation of “fuckin’ cool.”
Awesome is correct. The judges would also have accepted rad or gnarly.
January 5, 2009 at 8:34 pm
I’d be all prancing, posing, and preening around the stage with nothing in particular to do like Billy Sherwood multiplied by Trevor Rabin at a Yes show, firing ping-pong balls from asshole into the crowed while jamming on my synthesizer flute for jazz. Of course by the third album everyone else in Sport would be all jealous and I’d have to go to the Sussudio to record my own Concept Album about where the other sock goes when you lose one in the laundry. As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end.
January 5, 2009 at 9:48 pm
Was that from Ed MacMahon’s Star Search?
January 6, 2009 at 12:56 am
“firing ping-pong balls from asshole into the crowed”
I never did like large groups of people…
January 6, 2009 at 2:00 am
Asshole is the name of my ping-pong cannon sir. You have swallow like twenty-five glitter painted golfballs to get John Wetton’s attention.
January 6, 2009 at 2:04 am
…so I’ve read in Circus magazine.
January 6, 2009 at 8:27 am
From ages past (1971), when I was a lad, a band named Family briefly pulled themselves together to make some genuinely good studio music that was (as we like to say) ahead of its time, featuring a young John Wetton playing noticeably superior bass:
Larf & Sing
From a sadly neglected album called Fearless that should have been their breakthrough opus but wasn’t despite being nicely promoted on antebellum underground/proto-”album rock” FM radio (back when FM was the distinction to be made, airwave-wise, whereas now it is AM that receives the exceptional mention).
Really. There was a time when prog rock was young, progressive, not primarily bent on touting the fact its practitioners could actually *play* their instruments with accomplished finesse but on what that relative mastery could do in terms of creating thoughtfully entertaining music, and pretentiousness did not exceed quality of compositions and performance thereof.
Not to mention that sequined gowns were not yet de rigeur nor something one could wear without being laughed at.
Bonus Track
January 6, 2009 at 12:06 pm
Thanks for that, kl!
Those playing along at home should note that Fearless (as well as a number of other Family albums) are available for download on emusic.
January 6, 2009 at 12:39 pm
Do crappy mini-series from the ’80′s count???
January 6, 2009 at 1:46 pm
“You have swallow like twenty-five glitter painted golfballs to get John Wetton’s attention.”
How about anal air catches? Do they count?
January 6, 2009 at 7:03 pm
Yes, of course, this is sports and it’s worth 4 points.
January 6, 2009 at 7:22 pm
Here we go.
http://news.google.com/news?client=safari&rls=en-us&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&tab=wn&resnum=0&cd=1&ncl=1287614707&hl=en
January 6, 2009 at 9:41 pm
norbizness:After seeing this and about 20 other Uriah Heep videos, I’m convinced they’re about 80% of the basis of Spinal Tap
You ain’t kidding. From the Wikipedia page for Uriah Heep:
“Subsequent releases would find the group’s ever-shifting lineup (between 1969 and 1980, the band changed drummers five times, bassists four times, and lead singers twice) “
January 6, 2009 at 11:00 pm
Why is it so hard to find The Pete Frame Family Tree Images on the internets. I’ve checked every tube.
January 7, 2009 at 11:10 am
Try all you want, you’re not going to beat pjtv.
I could spend all day trying to think of a snarky title for this link, but I think Haaretz’s headline pretty much says it all: Joe the Plumber named war correspondent in Israel for conservative Web site
January 7, 2009 at 12:12 pm
How funny! I just posted on that item at Ornery American (where I razz the OSCards). I wrote:
unbeweaveable
January 7, 2009 at 12:15 pm
Another coincidence: in ’03, at a Spokane march against invading Iraq, I was literally wrapped (OK, merely *caped*) in the USA flag and carried a plunger. Encountering a local team of TV news twits, I approached them in Michael Moore mode, holding my plunger as a microphone.
Meet Joe Blockhead.
January 7, 2009 at 12:17 pm
“Yes, of course, this is sports and it’s worth 4 points.”
20 Points Really Gets You Something
January 7, 2009 at 12:22 pm
A Video Metaphor for the Current State of Rep-Dem Party Relations
The music is, I believe, an outtake instrumental background from By Request Only, a song titled, Yea, Even the yeast Among Ye.
January 7, 2009 at 12:29 pm
“Thanks for that, kl!”
You’re very welcome, IC. Judging by your name, you’re a long-time fan of Wetton’s ping-pong bass stylings?
January 8, 2009 at 10:12 am
kl, I’ve bought pretty much the entire Family catalogue on cd, and as much as I love Wetton, for Family virigns I’d recommend their debut, Music In a Doll’s House (a few years before Wetton arrived) as the best of the lot.
De gustibus non est disputandum, or something like that.
January 8, 2009 at 10:17 am
grandlaff:
I’ve been getting a hint of what you say about their earlier work. I heard a tune or two from Family Entertainment that, while not as consummately assembled, I feel, as Fearless, displayed an entirely different range of expression and nuance that rather surprised me with how well it works.
But bias will remain, for me, focused on Fearless, I’m sure. I was pushing 16 when I discovered it and that impression will last my lifetime, I’m sure.
Ah, when you and I were young, Nellie…
January 8, 2009 at 10:19 am
grandlaff: can u translate the Latin-ese for me? I speak redneck and literese and very little else.
January 8, 2009 at 1:05 pm
I think it means “there’s no accounting for taste.”
January 8, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Kenmeer: What XG said. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and that’s fine. I just wanted to point out to anyone who follows up on Family/Fearless that they shouldn’t count out the band’s early days.
January 8, 2009 at 5:48 pm
What if ASB ended by smashing instruments with helmets and basketballs?
Knocking instruments into the crowd with bats?
January 8, 2009 at 6:59 pm
Sounds of intergalactic ice cream war:
Mystery Roar From Faraway Outer Space
January 8, 2009 at 7:36 pm
“there’s no accounting for taste”
Ah: gustibus (gustatory) non est disputandum (dispute)
Cool. The little red schoolhouse deserves funding for more bongs.
January 8, 2009 at 8:23 pm
Fucking awsome. Needs to be sampled and looped for my “Family”/Notorious B.I.G. celebrity tribute album.
January 8, 2009 at 8:24 pm
Staring Nektar.
January 9, 2009 at 1:25 am
I can’t believe the temerity of the MSM for denying Joe the Plumber his rightful place besides Edward R. Murrow and Ernest Hemingway in the pantheon of crucial journalists.
http://pajamasmedia.com/rogerlsimon/2009/01/07/joe-the-plumber-mr-smith-goes-to-jerusalem-for-pajamas-tv/
Excuse me I have to bash magnets into my head until I forget Palin the Plumber or whatever ever existed.
January 9, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Sarah Palin’s biggest problem has two parts:
1. The presentation of the other candidates.
2. The non-partisan voter.
While we conservatives swooned over how “hot” or how “guns, babies, Jesus” she was, the non-partisans who decided this thing left were thinking: “but Romney’s more suave.. Lieberman’s more intelligent.. Huckabee’s more likeable.. Palin’s more …hot?”
I resolve to have great confidence that Joe the Plumber will fix this postmodernist tomfoolery.
January 9, 2009 at 8:30 pm
Her problem is people don;t like her because she’s a retarded nut,
http://www.ktuu.com/Global/story.asp?S=9622031
January 9, 2009 at 9:10 pm
Palin is like the Billy (Carter) Beer of ’08/’09.
If Larry Flynt is smart, his next Palin flick will have an Ann Coulter look-alike w/ a Sean Hannity clone, with some hot ‘stalag’ bi-partisan action.
I… can’t wait. Debasing oneself will be a new and fresh degradation all over again.
January 9, 2009 at 10:04 pm
http://www.swhq.co.uk/gallery.cfm
January 10, 2009 at 12:38 pm
But, “reducing lurid pulp to dull book report”, isn’t that just what postmodern lit crit is all about in the first place?
January 11, 2009 at 7:43 am
doofus linked to
uh, anyone else notice john edwards running for president on the secret communist platform? what ELSE is he hiding?
January 11, 2009 at 7:47 am
“But, “reducing lurid pulp to dull book report”, isn’t that just what postmodern lit crit is all about in the first place?”
Close. It EXPANDS lurid pulp to a dull book report.
January 12, 2009 at 12:27 am
I know it’s kind of fish in a barrel, but I would love to read The Editors’ comments on the phenomenon mocked here:
http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/15933.html
Also, the whole Joe the Plumber in the Holy Land thing.
January 12, 2009 at 7:53 am
You don’t understand the import of the post; having found nothing stupider than that video, The Editors has fallen silent.
January 12, 2009 at 9:35 am
Lightning bolt! It’s not very… onomatopoeiac.
Onomatopoeia! Onomatopoeia!
SHAZAM!
January 12, 2009 at 10:46 am
OT, but does anyone have an update on the Patriots’ postseason doings?
What’s that you say? They didn’t even make it to postseason play?
Oh.
Perhaps that explains The Editor’s quietude.
January 14, 2009 at 7:36 am
Now actually 80s rock’n'punk’n'funk was not all bad. There was THIS band f’rinstance –
I saw these guys, wow, I think they were ALL GAY (they were from S.F., so that kinda made sense). I went with my bud Clint and these two really tall and big red-haired chicks. We were standing in the front, and the sax player was like grinning and joking with the lead singer the whole time about our two ‘dates’.