This is a thing of awe-inspiring beauty in the same way that one can marvel at the skill displayed as an NTSB investigator carefully catalogues each gruesome aspect, each gory detail, involved in the play-by-play recounting of a massive, fiery plane wreck.
Like that.
August 31, 2009 at 9:09 pm
Anh.
September 1, 2009 at 5:13 am
Yes, plan wrecks can be mighty gruesome. I understand that aircraft crashes are also pretty bad.
Anyway, fisking McMegan is fun, but ultimately unproductive. She is impervious to shame, to facts, to reason or rational argument. Her editors love her for those reasons, and for the fact that she will reliably defend the most egregious conduct (with the most specious arguments) if that conduct furthers the interests of the plutocracy.
September 1, 2009 at 5:39 am
I remember when The Atlantic seemed worth reading. It wasn’t all that long ago.
September 1, 2009 at 5:42 am
She is lame. That’s true. I think if everyone just adopts a wingnut and counters their every move, and spends at least as much time as a journeyman Scale Model Railroad Yeti Fetish pervert then we can imagine the blogsphere Quadverse into reality once and for all. I choose Bill Belichick and Robert Fripp. I take special needs wing nuts because they’re a lot harder to place when they’ve been in the system and unselected for so long. To each his own. That’s my catch phrase for the fall 09 Pepsi Autumn Apple Ipid Blast Rollout brought to you by Capri Sun, Bravo Presents the Rachel Zoe project, Madden 10, the $299 120GB PS3 Slim and Keds. Music by Lemule. Yeti Fetish. Child Please. Kiss the baby.
September 1, 2009 at 6:41 am
Like Roy Edroso, without the pith.
September 1, 2009 at 8:24 am
She is impervious to shame, to facts, to reason or rational argument. …and is thus the perfect representation of her ilk, the Murdoch-type employee.
September 1, 2009 at 11:59 am
Bored? Looking for fun?
Open comment section at http://ourcountrypac.wordpress.com
September 1, 2009 at 3:15 pm
If only if there was a pale deathscape place to defend Lloyd Marcus. Wait! Now there is.
September 1, 2009 at 6:06 pm
Looks like they are deleting all untoward comments. sigh.
September 1, 2009 at 8:42 pm
I have a special little buddy named Mike the revolving door lobbyist. http://mikesamerica.blogspot.com
September 2, 2009 at 4:31 pm
Remember those 7th grade sycophants at school?
September 3, 2009 at 12:36 am
Sometimes I just have to reach down and be a fucking pro.
September 1, 2009 at 7:27 pm
Isn’t a proper refutation/rebuke supposed to include photoshopped dicks on faces?
September 1, 2009 at 8:39 pm
I have heard of this thing, these persons with dicks on their faces, but never have I seen one. I envy you Americans your free society.
September 2, 2009 at 7:40 am
Only if one is overly concerned with civility.
September 3, 2009 at 9:16 am
Your shenanigans could cost me the election.
September 2, 2009 at 10:39 am
Thanks for the link. I’ll add more pith when I finish the vinegar.
best tom
September 2, 2009 at 6:48 pm
I was looking at the picture of Our Ken. And I thought it would be swell if we had Ken on Mt. Rushmore with a penis poking out of his forehead. Sort of our tribute to today’s flag-raving wingnut.
September 2, 2009 at 8:13 pm
I disagree. Ken on Mount Rushmore would be awesome beyond belief, but Ken’s penis should be in a more anatomically correct position.
September 2, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Where’s my Waldo?
September 3, 2009 at 1:38 pm
I’m wanting to reread Don QuiXockhead.
Talk about sticking your dick in a blender…
(well, if I’d segued Dick Cheney into it, you see, it would’ve been, like, funny…)
September 3, 2009 at 3:00 pm
September 3, 2009 at 3:01 pm
Eds, unless ye post soon, I will trash this place with random f’d up eclectic music videos.
Don’t make me get medieval on your ass…
September 3, 2009 at 4:07 pm
German hobbits!!
September 3, 2009 at 4:19 pm
September 3, 2009 at 5:01 pm
Speaking of Hitler, Man of Peace, this is worthy of review:
September 4, 2009 at 12:55 pm
I’ve been wondering why those ‘staches painted on Obama weren’t white. I mean, he’s SO black…
September 4, 2009 at 5:23 pm
They probably just didn’t think of it.
September 4, 2009 at 5:24 pm
Aggg! Different email results in different avatar!!
September 4, 2009 at 5:25 pm
Okay, this is weird. A post disappeared.
September 3, 2009 at 6:44 pm
September 4, 2009 at 8:25 am
…your shenanigans are going to cost me the election, and stop calling me George, my name’s Adolf!
September 3, 2009 at 7:34 pm
I must have seen this a dozen times before, but it just now brought a tear to my eye.
September 4, 2009 at 7:56 am
Video mongery!
Only Ken can save us now…
September 4, 2009 at 12:53 pm
September 4, 2009 at 5:36 pm
If the German hobbits didn’t get you, then the German acid freaks will. (Actually, pretty cool retro sci-fi visuals throughout this, and slick editing. Clip is from “The Harm Machine”, video work by Ian Andrews. And the music is a nice fit. Project this on the wall at your next rave.)
September 4, 2009 at 6:10 pm
The music sounds like an endless conveyor belt of factory runs.
September 4, 2009 at 6:25 pm
LSD will do that. So I hear.
“Well, you’ve had a drug. Has it done anything to you yet?”
“Oh yes.”
September 4, 2009 at 6:13 pm
September 4, 2009 at 6:23 pm
You have left me no choice.
September 4, 2009 at 6:44 pm
Okay, that was boring. Sorry. This is better:
September 4, 2009 at 7:38 pm
Pretentious rot. But good pretentious rot. Imagine how much worse it can get from here.
September 4, 2009 at 7:42 pm
Hypnotic, eh?
September 4, 2009 at 7:55 pm
Salvages! Dirty heathen salvages!
September 4, 2009 at 7:56 pm
More hypnotic gypsy references. Fire up the hookah and party like it’s 1969.
September 4, 2009 at 7:58 pm
German hobbits on acid:
September 4, 2009 at 8:00 pm
It gets mo bettah worse.
September 4, 2009 at 8:04 pm
Holy shit.
September 5, 2009 at 7:35 am
That’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen.
September 5, 2009 at 8:12 am
The Holiest of Holy Shits.
And I ain’t even watched it yet.
It makes my auracles quiver. (Damn, I miss my Poor Man monster avatar. Wonder if it misses me.)
September 5, 2009 at 10:42 am
My angels weep kittens riding ponies… in #s too big to ignore…
September 4, 2009 at 8:06 pm
Awesome videos.
September 4, 2009 at 8:33 pm
Jump in, the water’s fine.
September 4, 2009 at 9:37 pm
Sometimes I worry about The Poorman’s ISP bill. I wish I had something interesting to share, but I’ve got a one track mind this month, (passing a health reform bill with a public option.)
September 5, 2009 at 12:56 am
After POTUS makes his speech on friday, a speech I’ll dub, “this is the way it’s going to be”, there’ll be part that I won’t like and many other liberals won’t like, such as Olympia Snowe’s public option trigger. This has the potential to depress the 1/3 of the electorate who really want a public option like myself and the GOP’s 27% is still going to hate no matter what.
We still need to pass this bill, warts and all. We can build on it each year, as it should be popular. I think it’s a mistake to take so long to implement certain features, and we could get the bill we wanted because if you poll voters by factual pointing out the features of the reform, portability, no-pre existing conditions, limits on out of pocket expenses for those with insurance, incentives for best care practices, support for the bill is over 55%.
After Wednesday it’s the final push, and if you supported Obama you need to help whip the Senators that we can identify that need some persuading. I’m open to any rationale idea about how to push what Obama outlines on Wednesday over the goal line. If Obama loses this, next thing you know he’ll be like Clinton changing nothing but school uniforms, triangulating, reforming welfare to little benefit. It’s crucial to put up with even two years of marginal poll numbers if need be to get this bill right, because if we plant the right seed we can sit in it’s shade once it grows for a long time. Bill Clinton recently said that we should put up our political capital and bet that we can deliver legislation that people will appreciate later, if not now. So this has been a 50-60 year struggle to cover 47 million, take this like a Presidential campaign.
September 5, 2009 at 2:03 am
Songs to Clear Dance Floors pt.1260
September 5, 2009 at 2:36 am
Blast this from your Camaro.
September 5, 2009 at 2:44 am
September 5, 2009 at 2:51 am
Full HQ Concert from Chicago 05.
September 5, 2009 at 7:50 am
Morning palette cleanser.
September 5, 2009 at 8:09 am
Prog Godfathers
September 5, 2009 at 9:51 am
I want to hear Billy Joel singing with Motorhead.
W/ 2 dozen kids on Hot Wheels terrorizing the video shoot.
I gasp in wonder at the audacity of the human imagination. O brave new world!
September 5, 2009 at 9:59 am
A very reasonable, thoughtfully argue, and civilly presented, well researched argument for
a) liberal fascism?
b) sympathetic speech interpreters?
c) The Beatles?
LOOO-SEEE! I’M HO-O-OME!
September 5, 2009 at 10:07 am
As Robin Williams depicted in the ancient ’90s, men love nothing more than TOYS! they can blow up.
September 5, 2009 at 11:05 am
wesus Jept:
…because Jeff never used the slide-through-wawa by which he owned this song…
September 5, 2009 at 11:07 am
…as heard here:
(annoyingly pedantic addendum: you hear jeff pull the slide through wawa at about 1:01 or so)
September 5, 2009 at 11:37 am
Probably my favorite Beck album.
September 5, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Another awesome cut from that album… Check the turnaround thing at 3:33, 3:59, 4:55, and 5:35. Stunning.
September 5, 2009 at 4:06 pm
So is that Bernard or Cozy on the drums?
Timbre is Bernie but I not sure.
September 5, 2009 at 7:56 pm
Cozy.
September 6, 2009 at 4:08 am
Funny. I just now noticed the pic of Cozy on the vid embed. Looking scarily like John Travolta. ai-YEE!!!
September 5, 2009 at 11:30 am
Old WordPress Versions Under Attack!!!!!
Danger Danger Danger !!!!!
!
September 5, 2009 at 3:38 pm
This is just like the plot to Horton Hears a Who.
September 5, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Where Robert Plant got the hang of it:
September 5, 2009 at 4:51 pm
Saw an article recently titled “5 Singers Who Killed Pop.” Marriott was listed for being the first to sing in a high register, which led us down the path of destruction via Plant, Coverdale, and a million hack imitators.
September 6, 2009 at 4:48 am
Like 99% of pop music criticism, that article’s premise sounds to me like raving bonkers crap. Lester Bangs could write rings around Doughbob, but he couldn’t think any better than him, alas.
That lesser talented artists confuse unique physical capacity for artistic interpretation, is the fault of the hacks, not the original, inspired virtuosi who gave the hacks the idea.
Besides, it was the ability to sing high register *with* a lower vocal harmonic (that growling falsetto sound) that was so unique.
Might as well accuse Billie Holliday of killing classic Broadway and jazz tunes for making interpretation so much more important than mere intonation and hammy emotionalism.
September 6, 2009 at 5:34 am
I agree. Don’t blame the originator for the wanna-bes that follow.
September 6, 2009 at 7:33 am
Same article blamed Bowie for his ability to reinvent himself inspiring lesser beings to try the same and fail.
September 5, 2009 at 8:08 pm
Damn! I never heard that before.
Also… Sooner or later all living geezers have a reunion:
September 5, 2009 at 4:01 pm
September 5, 2009 at 4:52 pm
We all loathed disco during my high school years 75-79, but today I find this live Studio 54 performance mesmerizin’.
September 5, 2009 at 8:10 pm
Disco never died. It just went to Europe.
September 6, 2009 at 3:57 am
Very early (pre-75) disco was pretty cool before it became drone-for-dummies-on-drugs. Rather like much of what was once called ‘hard rock’. (hard rock: gotta love that redundancy.)
I always loved Rock Me Baby. And Rock the Boat by the Hues Corporation was like Donny and Marie briefly getting a sense of rhythm and a decent arranger.)
September 6, 2009 at 5:28 pm
This is how it’s done. (Sorry about the shitty audio.)
September 6, 2009 at 6:12 pm
But that’s not disco. Nor is Rock Me Baby, nor Rock the Boat.
September 7, 2009 at 9:29 am
“Nor is Rock Me Baby, nor Rock the Boat.”
Wrong. Very much disco. I was there.
Plus, the very early (late 60s/early 70s) disco scene had some stuff more awesome than anything we have been accustomed to think of as disco. Stuff was like James Brown meets proto-world music.
September 5, 2009 at 4:10 pm
I feel it:
September 5, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Not bad. And I’d wear that dress.
September 6, 2009 at 3:52 am
Hark! What light by yonder window gleams? It is Julia, and she is plugged into the wall socket.
September 5, 2009 at 8:12 pm
Fucking rocks, don’t it?
September 5, 2009 at 9:29 pm
Well, Donna’s version was all about sex, which is completely lost in the BMG flash show version. I like the lighted dress, but I don’t wanna bang the chick in it, if you get my drift.
September 6, 2009 at 3:54 am
I do. Mucho. She’s a babe (and not a devout Jehovah’s Witness selling sex in song, which is just too kinky for me).
September 5, 2009 at 9:09 pm
“”…water-her-twice-a day dumb…”"
I see where you are going… and?
“”..Life is, of course, too short to club every mechanical rodent…”"
Wow, the Matrix is REAL! I wish I had taken Canoe’s lead and taken that blue pill instead of this awful RED pill that is seemingly forced down my throat.
Hold, on a sec. Red pills, bull pills (er blue?) have I gotten my metaphones mixed here?
Whichever it was, I shore wish I had talken the other won.
Walken another ton? Um…
Anyhow, what I really meant to say was:
huh?
September 5, 2009 at 9:53 pm
Adieu.
September 6, 2009 at 3:58 am
I’m scared to click this one.
September 6, 2009 at 7:34 am
Then my work is done.
September 6, 2009 at 8:50 am
Kenmeer suddenly attacks with an acid bath of unremittingly High Culture:
September 6, 2009 at 4:20 pm
Arve Pärt can kick Dinu Lipatti’s ass.
September 6, 2009 at 4:21 pm
Shit. That’s Arvo Pärt.
September 7, 2009 at 5:28 am
NO one could kick Dinu’s ass. At that level of accomplishment, the Dinus and Arvos compete with the unknown and yet to be heard.
BTW, if JSBach had been a Boomer rock guitarist, would he have sounded like this:
Baroque to the extreme.
September 6, 2009 at 2:21 pm
You win.
Something I stumbled on this morning. No reason, just thought it was cool. 1971, Ginger Baker behind the camera.
September 6, 2009 at 4:35 pm
What the middle of the 20th century sounded like.
September 7, 2009 at 9:31 am
Charles Mingus once ripped a string from a piano in rage. Scary strong dude.
September 7, 2009 at 11:17 am
Three-digit posting number! A long string of youtubes and commentary thereupon!
Let the internet incivility flow!!!
You kids under 50 wouldn’t know good music if it crawled up and bit you in your ipod. Not your fault, the SDA wasn’t putting enough LSD in the national water supply by then.
September 7, 2009 at 6:47 pm
Holy shit. I can’t believe this exists.
On vocals, Roger Chapman! Please!
September 7, 2009 at 6:49 pm
More.
September 7, 2009 at 7:00 pm
More wow.
September 7, 2009 at 7:12 pm
disco wasn’t the only awesome in the 70s:
September 8, 2009 at 5:07 pm
Are you sure you want the Editors to see that?
September 9, 2009 at 4:14 am
I’m advocating for Airwolf/Supervan in 2012.
September 12, 2009 at 11:20 am
It speaks truth to pow-wow.
It has the most horrifying degradations of the frightful mid-70s: wannabe stud males confusing giant toaster ovens on wheels with phallic prowess enhancers, and mellow Cali folk-rock rinsed from Shaun Cassidy’s hair.
Even then, one could see God’s wrath looming like a meteorological mullet on the horizon, a grave and gathering cloud of skinny ties and tinted hair.
Ultimately, Dubya, 911, Katrina, and… blogs.
Woe is Babylon.
September 7, 2009 at 7:26 pm
If you actually watched that Supervan video, yes, that was Charles Bukowski with a cameo at the wet t-shirt contest.
September 7, 2009 at 8:29 pm
I cannot argue with any of that.
Which reminds me: I need to see Barfly again.
September 8, 2009 at 9:36 am
THe dawn of disco:
September 8, 2009 at 4:23 pm
THAT’S what I’m talkin’ ’bout!
Good times.
September 8, 2009 at 5:16 pm
To my great shame, I was a fan of these guys for a time.
September 8, 2009 at 10:01 pm
Porgie, don’t be too hard on yourself. Instead, I need you to find and post the video of “Stealin”
Fightin, killin, wine and those women…..
September 9, 2009 at 1:43 pm
It takes a strong man to admit he was as much a sucker for the fad-pop oh his time as the rest of us. I went through a period of fondness for Grand Funk Railroad. So I only lightly berate the fans of Boston and Bachman Turner Overdrive.
September 9, 2009 at 4:39 pm
I saw Uriah Heep in concert once. The opening act was Earth, Wind and Fire. Talk about a strange bill.
September 8, 2009 at 11:11 pm
Sorry peorgie, about the name misspelling and all…..
September 9, 2009 at 8:57 am
No problem. And thanks for the encouragement.
September 9, 2009 at 1:48 pm
I am still waiting for that mytholegendary shared-band album of Three Dog Night and Rush.
September 9, 2009 at 7:11 pm
Somehow that mix just feels right.
September 10, 2009 at 7:05 pm
Jeremiah was an ethical egoist!
DUH_DUH_DUH
Was good friend of Ayn!
DUH_DUH_DUH
I never understood a word that Alan Greenspan said,
But I sure loved to hear him whine…
September 9, 2009 at 6:59 pm
I think we just found a pony, compliments of one J. Wilson (D-SC). Then again, it’s late, and I’m drunk. We’ll see tomorrow.
September 10, 2009 at 8:09 am
(D-SC)? I was not aware that you worked for Fox News.
September 10, 2009 at 9:07 am
Yikes! Well, I said I was drunk.
September 10, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Yeah, him is a pony. Well, a pony’s ass. We must encourage the Republicans in their delusions.
‘That’s not a brick wall! That’s the rainbow gate to Valhalla! Pedal to metal!’
September 11, 2009 at 7:13 am
Yes, Houston, confirm we have pony.
Just not peak pony.
September 10, 2009 at 6:15 am
someone say Nina Hagen?
I think it is eigentlich ‘Mudd Club’ buchstabiert, duuds, having once danced there with a gay guy, not that, you know, that was quite my thang.
About that time too, 1982 I think.
Anyhoo, ‘wackeln im Takt’ is a very felicitous phrase. (‘sway to the beat’, but it is way more poetic than that). I don’t believe anyone ever came up with that auf Deutsch before her, hard to believe, I know. ‘Eifersucht ist eine Krankheit’; ‘I feel I am the mother, I am the child’ Coool.
September 10, 2009 at 12:38 pm
Can’t touch dis:
September 10, 2009 at 1:17 pm
SETI gets creative at last.
September 11, 2009 at 8:59 am
I don’t play many fps games, but this one looks to be a notch or two above the crowd.
HiYooo!!
September 11, 2009 at 5:41 pm
As an old coot who hopes to go to his grave having never played a video game other than Pajama Sam (totally ROCKS!!!), I thank you deeply for this clip.
It makes me feel like I, y’know, belong. Like I’m an honorary guild member in some WoWist’s multi-world dominating guild.
September 14, 2009 at 4:29 am
For those who may not have heard it, here is the Christian Bale rant at a Director of Cinematography who distracted Bale during a scene by walking into Bale’s line of sight. Too bad Steve wasn’t around to handle the DoC for him.
September 11, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Friday Night Confessions
I’m a total Crowded House nerd.
September 16, 2009 at 9:11 pm
I dig Neil’s solo stuff, and his soundtrack for Rain was amazing.
September 11, 2009 at 9:07 pm
A new dimension to the term ‘oldies’:
September 11, 2009 at 9:09 pm
When they were young (and one of ‘em was a groovy brunette chick):
September 11, 2009 at 9:22 pm
Now, I like Clara Ward, but I think her starring in Bride of Frankenstein: The Musical Reawakening was not her best career move:
September 11, 2009 at 9:25 pm
And folks wonder where Nina Hagen got her fashion sense from:
September 12, 2009 at 9:12 am
I see your Clara Ward and raise you an Abbey Lincoln.
September 12, 2009 at 10:59 am
No fair!
September 12, 2009 at 3:01 pm
You’re right. I apologize.
September 13, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Apology? Now THAT’S cheating.
September 12, 2009 at 11:33 am
Rare footage of a Borg hive clone vat in the process of turning idealistic Boomers into Reagan yuppies:
This is your penis on drugs
September 12, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Das da truf, bro. Where can I sign up?
Preaching to the choir. Da truf, jus sayin… Jus sayin da turf. Call me an astroman or whatever. I’ve got my helmet on.
You can’t tell me I’m not in space…
September 13, 2009 at 5:06 pm
This is how you do it.
September 14, 2009 at 9:02 am
ZOMG!
http://kittenlittlerescue.blogspot.com/
September 14, 2009 at 12:02 pm
I am still imagining an SNL skit where a famous movie director is in the editing studio, telling his editors the scene needs More Van!
September 14, 2009 at 12:06 pm
More ferret!
September 15, 2009 at 4:49 pm
Don’t let this thread die! Chain thread luv 4 evr!
September 16, 2009 at 2:45 pm
You all have betrayed the trust. You will be excommunicated from the group and Ayn Rand porn will be mailed to your workplace mailbox.
September 16, 2009 at 8:41 pm
Here, KL. Sing along.
September 17, 2009 at 5:59 pm
Gentle G perfected self-mocking pretentiousness to a fine singalong degree, alright. If only YES had had their sardonic sense of self.
September 16, 2009 at 8:59 pm
As true now as it was in ’77.
September 17, 2009 at 6:01 pm
Tastes like pork!
September 17, 2009 at 5:57 pm
(Kenmeer frantically tunes in his Killer Drone Postal Plain Brown Wrapper Pornbot: ‘Abort! Abort! Pull back! Repeat! Pull back!)
Dr. Smith (Lost in Space) voice: Oh no! What have I done!
September 17, 2009 at 6:04 pm
BTW, it’s not JUSt that I’m a monumental internet boor. I will be going w/out internet beginning this 21st as part of our Financial Austerity Survival Tra it shouldnsition (FAST) for an indeterminate period of time.
I figure if that lousy taste I leave in our mouths is to linger meaningfully, and that requires preemptive excess.
September 18, 2009 at 7:44 am
Damn. We will miss you. Can’t you go without something else instead, like food maybe?
September 18, 2009 at 8:00 am
We already do. ;)
But seriously, yolks, my brilliant nephew-in-law lives several houses down and says he has a Magic Router that will let me siphon from his blazing Comcast broadband through three intervening houses.
But I must see this majick before I am to believe in it.
Everybody misses me because I am very hard target to hit. My life is a fusillade of people missing me in various ballistic calibers.
September 17, 2009 at 6:04 pm
‘Tra it shouldnsition’
Transition.
Anyway, I’m gonna miss me when I’m gone.
September 20, 2009 at 12:18 am
Yeah, who cares why the plane wrecked? Obviously it was an act of God (Allah is his prophet, praise be his name). We should get rid of the NTSB while we are at all this other minor stuff…
I mean why investigate a truck crash (that is carrying the instrument of the infidels death) or a train wreck (that is carring godless anti-Earth carbon in the form of coal)? I forsake other examples of transportation related accidents for the sake of brevity, use your imagination (for once, dill-hole)…
I agree, NTSB is retarded with their detailed reports and non-such. I have a weak stomach, and can’t face reality. But instead of a padded cell and lots of drugs to nullify me, I need to live in the real world, but by my rules, not ‘theirs.’
curv3y, your are as always, BRILLIANT!
Bravo, sir. Bravo!
September 24, 2009 at 7:36 pm
My aim is true:
Forensic FooFoo