I’d Hammer In The Mornin’

STOP THE HAMMERING! STOP THE HAMMERING OUT THERE! WHO’S GOT A HAMMER? WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS THE HAMMER? IS IT ON THE–GO UP ON THE OTHER FLOOR! SOMEBODY GO UP THERE AND STOP THE HAMMERING! STOP THE HAMMERING! I’LL GO DOWN TO THE GOD-DAMNED FLOOR MYSELF AND STOP IT–KEEP THE GOD-DAMNED COMMERCIAL BREAK GOING! CALL FUCKING PHIL GRIFFIN! I DON’T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU HAVE TO CALL! STOP THE HAMMERING! EMPTY OUT THE GOD-DAMNED CONTROL ROOM AND FIND OUT WHERE THIS IS GOING ON! IT’S EITHER THERE OR THERE OR OUT THERE SOMEWHERE! (Lawrence O’Donnnell)

Is That A Real Frank Zappa or Is That A Sears Frank Zappa

So I sleep next to my iPad.

I’m not proud. I have this pillow that stands it up and it’s there next to me, usually helps to assist in the transition from busy brain to weird dreams, and sometimes I awake in the middle of the night and check it just for the time. Then it’s there in the morning for that first social media check.

This morning’s drowsy perusal of social media was saying some stuff about a Frank Zappa hologram.

Seriously? I rubbed my eyes seeing some posts about this Frank Zappa hologram tour. It’s gotta be a hoax. No way would anyone think this was a good idea.

By the time I was pouring coffee down my gullet, Rolling Stone had confirmed the story.

Color me aghast.

Rolling Stone quotes Ahmet Zappa:

“I’m thrilled that Frank Zappa will finally be going back out on tour playing his most well-known music as well as some rare and unheard material. We can’t wait to bring his creative work back to the stage with the musicians he loved to play with … who are committed to being part of this epic endeavor. When I spoke with them, they were excited at the prospect of performing alongside Frank once again and can’t wait to give fans an unforgettable experience.”

The specter of the dead-artist’s hologram being shuffled around “on tour” ton continue cashing out on their image and works is a horrifying development in entertainment. That Frank Zappa might be the artist to sufficiently pioneer this, thanks to his shitty children?

This is unspeakable.

Dweezil’s Twitter response:

#NoFakeFrank

If for no other reason then that he would hate the living shit out of this.

Whip It Pretty Woman

Some days you read something that changes your life.

I’ve listened and heard Devo’s “Whip It” my whole life. Practically. It was released in 1980. I used to roller skate to it. It is virtually ubiquitous, and ubiquitous things become things you do not think you can learn anything new about.

Then I stumbled upon this.

As it turns out, “Whip It” rips off Roy Orbison.

It’s like when you see the arrow in the FedEx logo.

You’ll never see or hear that the same way again. Never.

Hey Now

“I actually did an audition down here. I believe it was in the rink down here. They called me the night before for a commercial, and they said, do you know how to ice skate? And I said, uh yes–lying. And, I called my friend, and I said, you’ve got to teach me how to ice skate. And he said okay, meet me–and I said uh, no, tell me on the phone.

“Anyway, down here, I said I’m so embarrassed, and the guy got up on an a-frame ladder, and he said okay, this is an audition, there were 200 of us, and I said I’m going to be so embarrassed, and he said all right! This is your audition! AND SKATE!

“And 200 actors fell down.

“That’s true.”

(Jeffrey Tambor, on Late Night with Seth Meyers)