Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is one of the best movies of all time. And by that I mean its fucking awful, but awfully perfect. The following scene will show you what a freaky mess the movie is and why I love it so. A little background, Ashley St. Ives is one of the best movie characters if all time. All she has to do is make her crazy eyes and mouth thing happen and squeal some sort of dog sound and you fall in love. Just like poor Harris. He has such a sad face all of the time. I had a serious crush on him back in high school. Other things, I wish I had unnecessary walking around music.
If ever there was a teen death song, this and Last Kiss would be at the top. “Patches” by Dickey Lee has all of the good stuff. A Romeo and Juliette love affair, rich and poor folks and good old fashion suicide by drowning. Poor Patches. Don’t worry. You’ll have company soon enough, so says the end of the song. Happy listening.
Check out the picture at 2:07. Nothing like putting your relatives’ pictures up in a video about suicidal teens.
WHAT THE FUCK IS DONALD DOING? Back in the 40s, things went silly for cartoons. They got all political and shit and then Donald became a Nazi. The song played at the beginning is really specially and by that I mean, “Wow, how acceptable in this day and age”. Even the rooster does the Nazi salute. Sweet Jesus. It can’t be a Donald cartoon without him losing his damn mind, and at 6:15, this one is no different.
Also, when you sleep, versions of yourself slip into your ass. This is proof.
Same damn good song, even awesomer (not a real world) version. Marina pulls out some strange Eastern European grained up video where she sings over an orchestra. I love me some orchestra in a pop setting, less so in a classical setting. We also get a bit of Polish accent with subtitles scrolling along. Tall is tall in Poland. Why don’t they have a word for someone with extra height? I understand tan, they’re Polish, what’s tan over there?
It has been about 45 minutes since I last posted about the Muppets and about 45 seconds since I last posted about Flight of the Conchords. I’m a broken record, I know. Well, I finally have a valid reason to post them both together. A co-creator of Flight of The Conchords, some guy, James Bobin, but who cares about his name is going to direct the next Muppet movie. Thank you Jesus for there being a new Muppet movie. I don’t want any B.S. where they are characters in a book or some such business. There, I am done. Here are some pictures of both.
Mocking oneself is best and this news report on news reports is wonderful. How meta. This is a lighthouse keeper being beheaded with a laser beam. Poor Dowdy Kitchen Man.
Music post 3 of the day. Big news. Kylie news. So much Kylie lately. Her new album is slated for April 2010, so add that to the list of exciting albums this year. Kylie, Marina and the Diamonds, Ellie Goulding, The Hurts, Alphabeat, Sophie Ellis Bextor, Hot Chip. Gorillaz. Sound of Arrows. Who else? Instead of all of those, here is Jens Lekman with a non song “Happiness Will Be My Revenge”. I guess its actually a bands called The Sweptaways song, but fuck ‘em. Jens all the way.
I’m so fucking impatient. I want the Alphabeat album to come out now. It debuted in Denmark months ago and only a few songs have leaked, DJ included. I fucking love this song and I finally found a yube for it that has very good sound quality. The band performed at Sport 09 in Copenhagen with a lot of people with glow sticks sitting at tables or something. At 1:45, the gay dude, Anders 1, starts talking in Danish confusing the hell out of me because I thought it was just some butchered English. “Having for do land? Big cloud is on the ass”. Never mind. I chose to pretend it’s English. I’m sure he likes those big “clouds” on his ass.
I know I have heard this song before. About a dozen times. “Stumblin In” has been passed up in popularity ages ago and can only be heard on the 70s on 7 on Sirius/XM. It’s a bit nice and a bit cheese, but it’s something different and you can’t dance to it. Suzi Quatro (yes her last name is 4 in Spanish) supposedly has sold 45 million records but I don’t know a damn person who owns one and I didn’t even know her name until a week ago. 45 million don’t mean a damn thing, FOUR! Also, I’ve been told by the magic of the internet that she is “the den mother of motorcycle music”, as if that’s a real thing. I’m the grandfather of horseback riding music just so you know.
Some dude sings on this album, by the way, but who really cares?
