Had a dream the other night in which I was back in high school and the
principal, dressed as Sgt. Slaughter, gave out cases of Miller Genuine
Draft to students while yelling at them. There's more to the story, of course, but then again, after that, what else need be said?
I'm not sure what to say about La Bêteother than it's a strange, strange film. Long story short, a well-to-do young Englishwoman by the name of Lucy Broadhurst (yeah, I said Broadhurst) travels to a quaint estate nestled within the hinterlands of France to meet and subsequently marry a man who has the property to match her wealth. Unfortunately, the situation is not as it initially appears; and by that, I mean things are fucking weird.
To answer the inevitable question: Yes, I kept the pictures relatively tame, for I'd rather not spoil all the magic contained within the film's celluloid folds. In answer to your second question: Yes, the second picture depicts a woman pleasuring herself with a bed frame.
"If I was on that plane with my kids, it wouldn’t have went down like it
did.There would have been a lot of blood in that first-class cabin and
then me saying, 'OK, we’re going to land somewhere safely, don’t
worry.'" - (Marky) Mark Wahlberg, regarding the events of September 11,
2001*
"I don't get down with
jerking off, dude. Look. I don't believe in everything that the church
says. I try to do the right thing. I lead a clean and pure life. I'm a
married guy. I have a beautiful wife. Sex is not the most important
thing to me, being horny all the time, spanking the -- I mean, it's not
against the law. You can do whatever you want. And it's not like, 'I
shouldn't do it because of my faith. I'm just not really that into it
that much anyway." - Wahlberg weighing in on yet another pivotal topic**
* I can only wonder, is that with or without Donnie D on the backup?
** But you said feeling the rhythm is your occupation, Mark!
*** Yeah, I just linked to Men's Journal. Next up, a swarm of locusts.
I've been told that I'm insensitive by some, hypersensitive by others, extraterrestrial by a few, and psychotic by one or two. I've also been accused of lacking a strong opinion about anything, or that any feelings exhibited are merely simulated emotions. In protest of such vicious allegations, I offer up the following snippet of dialogue lifted from a conversation between myself and a friend.
Avis: Not long after Mab and I moved into this house, I approached a guy one night at a bar where I was playing, which is strange because I never approach guys at bars. He seemed really cool and we got involved pretty quickly. He moved in within a month. I felt like it was going to be something potentially very good for me. Something for the long haul. He ended up needing a lot of financial support, and he stole prescription meds from my mom! I confronted him about it, and it was pretty clear that he was lying to me. He also may have cheated on me, but I'm not sure. Nevertheless, I broke up with him and then gathered up all of his things into trash bags.
It was terrible.. (bitter laugh)
The word hurricane may evoke thoughts of something powerful, sweeping, dramatic, destructive, compelling, uncontrollable, pitiless, and beautiful; as it should, given its status as a meteorological force of nature. If a song takes the moniker unto itself, one would hope that it bears similarities of some kind to its namesake. In this case, we have two such melodies but the real question is, do they stack up? You, Defrosted Reader, must judge for yourself.*
Things are a bit different today since, technically, one is a cover of the original song but hey, rules were meant to be bent (if not broken) in favor of German bands singing about Japan.
Once again, it's time for two songs to play Russian Roulette and the stakes couldn't be higher because it's Empire vs. Empire and to the winner goes the known universe!
I don't know about you, but a universe run by either Kasabian or Queensryche seems like it would be a pretty fucked-up place - unless I get to be a biker scout, bounty hunter, or bounty-hunting biker scout* that is; in which case, okay.
* Here's an image that exemplifies the greatness of such a concept.
I presume that the majority of Psychedelic Kimchi's readership is familiar -if only in passing- with Billy Ocean's Loverboy because if you're reading this blog, you're probably into shit like Billy Ocean -if only by definition- but while the song may ring a few bells, you may have forgotten the utterly absurd, arguably nonsensical video that accompanied it some twenty-five years ago.
Ignoring the obvious fact of the video being a total rip-off of Star Wars and the Mos Eisley Cantina, let's discuss the messages conveyed within its celluloid folds. To be candid, I don't put much stock in the everything has a message! ideology favored by some but nevertheless, let's pretend that Loverboy contains lessons to be learned, shall we?
1) Billy Ocean not-so-secretly yearns to be Han Solo. Fair enough, Billy. I mean, who hasn't wanted to be, or be like Han Solo at some point in his or her life?
2) Smitten by a girl/woman/lady/female/alien of potentially compatible sex? Fill her companion with a hot bolt of plasma (not a metaphor) and drag the lady off. And just remember guys: if she resists, slap her around a little because...
3) Deep down, females wish to be dominated. Seriously, watch the portion near the end again and tell me she doesn't jump up on that horse willingly.*
Unlike people, songs with the same name never seem to get along very well. You won't find songs playing pool, shooting hoops, vandalizing public property, attending potlucks, volunteering at soup kitchens, etc. anytime soon because that's not how songs roll. If anything, songs with the same name are inclined to settle disputes in classic Bartertown fashion and I, for one, applaud the finality of such approaches because notions of due process, justice, and compassion are grand in theory yet there comes a time when you have to make a deal with Tina Turner or get your hulking, mentally-challenged underling killed, leaving you a slave in the methane refinery.*
