I’m half-tempted to by the books and work through this myself. I wonder if I added all of these to my cart on Amazon if they would suggest I buy a bandana.
Some bands do covers right. I’m thinking of Devo, The Residents and, of course, Primus, who released this album yesterday. Listen as Primus covers “Pure Imagination” and try to disagree with me.
So David Lynch has an art exhibit at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. And Ken Johnson at the New York Times has accused it of not being “Lynchian” enough. I’ll let you read more of the argument over at Dangerous Minds:
My first thought on seeing the headline was “oh shit, that new Twin Peaks is gonna suck.” But then I read half of the art at the show is stuff he did before he was even a filmmaker. And looking at the walk-through on youtube makes me think the art critic is full of shit. Then I remembered all critics are full of shit. (And I’m a critic too, and so am I.)
Anyway, check out the aforementioned YouTube link. And for fuck’s sake, if you’re east of the Mississippi, go to this thing; it closes in January.
Do you remember Moron Movies? They were short little 8mm movies that Johnny Carson showed back in the 80s. Len Cella was the one-man shop that directed, filmed, narrated, and acted in all of these little capsules of absurdism, stuff like Jello Makes A Lousy Doorstop. Just the titles alone were hilarious, like An Exercise to Prevent Fat Ears and Hitler In First Grade.
The Moron Movies were a perfect example of a brief blip of absurdism in the 80s, a time when things like The Far Side and Jack Handey’s Deep Thoughts were hilarious capsules of surrealist humor. (I know Deep Thoughts was shown on SNL in the 90s, but it all came from National Lampoon in the 80s.) Cella’s work was the great granddaddy of some of the funny stuff we see on YouTube or Vine, much like how Handey’s work is a direct precursor to some of the best twitter humor. The Moron Movies are also an amazing demonstration of the DIY ethic, because Cella was banging these things out in his house on a cheap 8mm camera, without any help, and then mailing them off to Carson.
There is an (unfortunately named) documentary short from a couple of years ago called King Dong. (Be careful of what you click when you search for that.) It’s on YouTube now, and is worth the 20-some minutes to watch it. There’s also an old VHS tape that I remember finding at Blockbuster in college and watching at three in the morning, and part of that has also surfaced on YouTube. It’s all incredibly dated, which makes it perfect.
I don’t read a lot of non-fiction. I prefer my truth to be unsullied by facts. But another autobiography by John Lydon (a.k.a. Johnny Rotten, the hero of my youth)? Count me in! The Guardian has a review ready for your perusal.
What was the home life like, Johnny?
His mother, he says, suffered several miscarriages: “It’s quite a thing to carry a bucket of miscarriage – and you can see the little fingers and things in it – and have to flush it all down the outdoor toilet.”
Any other traumatic experiences?
The most moving passages in the book describe how, at seven, he contracted meningitis (from rats), endured a long coma, and lost most of his memory. “I hadn’t forgotten how to read, yet I couldn’t talk – language was gone,” he says. When his parents came to take him home from hospital, nurses and doctors “told me that they were my mum and dad, and I had to believe them”.
Is Thomas Pynchon a recluse? Is it a myth that Thomas Pynchon is a recluse? Is it a myth that it is a myth that Thomas Pynchon is a recluse? Is it a myth that it is a myth that it is a myth that Thomas Pynchon is a recluse? Is it a myth that it is a myth that it is a myth that it is a myth that Thomas Pynchon is a recluse?
Expect more articles as we get closer to the release of IV right before Christmas, but here’s a new one over at Vice:
Coming next week: my article on how Is it a myth that it is a myth that it is a myth that it is a myth that it is a myth that Thomas Pynchon is a recluse.
I’ll just leave this here.
If I had a nickel for every 1980′s/1990′s vintage literary name DARCEY STEINKE drops in this remembrance about BARRY HANNAH, I’d be as wealthy as STEPHEN KING by the end of the article.
Reminds me of the time I was hanging out with LLOYD BRIDGES on the set of Sea Hunt, when JACK WEBB came by to complain about the noise coming from the set of Have Gun Will Travel. GENE RODDENBERRY shouted, “I love you, Lloyd!” and said that he wanted to cast him in a new show he was writing that was tentatively called Wagon Train in Space. We all laughed when a young JEFF BRIDGES performed a little jig…
FIREBALL 001 (2014) is a short video by John Hicks. Hicks, a writer, photographer, and musician, received his Warholian due in 2000 as a featured extra in Joel and Ethan Coen’s O Brother, Where Art Thou?, in which he exclaims the well-known line, “Hot damn! It’s the Soggy Bottom Boys!” He lives on a farm near Muscle Shoals, Alabama.