Back in my adolescent narcissistic bubble, the months preceding December 8, 1982 was dark. Yeh, I was sixteen, had my driver’s license and pretty much unfettered access to a car. I had a girlfriend and my jump shot got me all kinds of attention in the halls and in the locker room; but I was spending hours upstairs locked inside my bedroom air guitaring for hours to The Who’s Quadrophenia, bathing my mind in the rock opera’s baroque amphetamine-fueled suicidal dreams and existential teenage angst.
The album is a weird, wonderful, conceptual mashup of identity and rage, mixing tensions between the four original band members with a progression of drug use and dissociative identity disorders: specifically schizophrenia and split/multiple personalities.
Just like high school. [Continue Reading…]
Let’s face it, the Super Bowl is very little about football and very much about commercials and spectacle.
Back in November, Bruce Worden and Clare Cross offered up this updated, and creepier, version of the 1947 classic children’s picture book by Margaret Wise Brown. This parody features Keith Moon (1946-1978), the impish drummer for The Who.
Click the picture to wish all your little rockstars goodnight.
What might the Super Bowl look like if directed by Quentin Tarantino, David Lynch, Wes Anderson, Jean-Luc Godard, or Werner Herzog? Maybe it’s because I grew up in Chicago, maybe because I love Herzog, but the Herzog section at the end tickles (starting around 2:40).
Missing only from this pantheon is Guy Ritchie, who took his shot in this “football” commercial. Hit the jump to view his classic Nike spot. [Continue Reading…]
Recently deposed Sun Microsystems front man Jonathan Schwartz resigns with a haiku on Twitter, giving the world two things it needs: more poetry and fewer CEOs.
(though he gets a ding blaming the financial crisis for his company’s demise).
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