June 26, 2009
Sleep Tight Pop King
I’m not a big believer in the “celebrities die in threes” theory because people are croaking all the time. Your mind just lumps them into threes because you’ve been told for most of your life that famous people all kick off three at a time. They don’t always die in threes (as if the cosmos has some karmic quota of decomposing TV stars) and people who believe such silliness often have to find some guy who doesn’t even qualify as a celebrity by the loosest of standards in order to make their little theory work. They start digging around the obituaries until they find someone who had a single line in a Tom Peterson commercial in 1978 in order to make a set. Unfortunately this stupid theory has the possibility of getting a new lease of life with the superstitious and gullible. As you know Ed McMahon died a few days ago and Farrah Fawcett died this morning of cancer. But earlier this afternoon Michael Jackson was rushed to the hospital after collapsing in his home and died. E! reported that Jackson wasn’t breathing when EMTs arrived. They gave him CPR on the way to the hospital but were unable to revive him. Now out of respect for the man he once was (not the failed, stunted, trainwreck of a human being that he eventually became forever trying to reclaim the childhood he lost thanks to a slave-driving father and incomparable fame) I will not being doing any pedo jokes. OK, it’s not really out of respect for his music so much as the fact that Michael Jackson kid-diddling jokes are about as played out and unfunny as blonde jokes. They had about a three day window when they were amusing but thanks to constant retelling, butchering and lame attempts to out-do them the result is a guaranteed unfunny subject that only hackiest of hacks like Jay Leno would dare touch.
Pixie Soundtrack Waiting For A Movie
We have a fair number of aspiring filmmakers in the audience. I know because I’ve seen your work on the internet. A quick note on your work. The plotting could use a little help, you need to be a little more deliberate with your editing and for crap’s sake tell your camera man to show a little professionalism and not cackle like an idiot after you wreck your nuts trying to rail-grind one of the arches on the Freemont Bridge. It’s really distracting, it makes the camera shake and it totally ruined the moans of agony when you super slow-mo it on the playback. But if you’re looking for an original soundtrack for your next magnum opus, allow me to suggest contacting the Pixies. That’s because they want to make another new album, but they want to do it for a movie.
Black Francis says, “The band needs to work with a film director. Quentin Tarantino or someone like that. It’d be like, ‘Make some music for our film, you guys be the sound of the film’. Spread the word about the idea ‘cos I think it’s gonna work.” He says he’s a little cautious about making a new album since all their others are considered classics, if the new one was anything but it would be considered a failure. However, he admits that if they continue touring as a band at some point they’re going to need something new to play. He says, “We’d have to finally get sick of playing the old repertoire and go, ‘Alright, f**k it. Let’s play new songs in our set.’ But the only way we’d really want to do it is if it was really great.