Month: November 2005

Sometime In NY

Lennon/Ono’s “Sometime in New York” is set to be (re)released next November 22nd. However:

In a surprising move, considering how bloated most archival releases can be, the upcoming reissue of the disc has actually been pared down from its original two-record set (the second disc being a live concert disc titled Live Jam) to a single CD, cutting out the three extended experimental tracks “Jamrag”, “Scumbag”, and “Au” that were taken from Lennon’s set alongside Frank Zappa at a June ’71 concert at the Fillmore East.

Gee, I wonder why! :)

Obsolete Skills

What obsolete skill are you?
Quite appropriately, I turned out to be French:

You are ‘French’. In the nineteenth century, it was the international language of diplomacy. It is a ‘beautiful’ language, meaning that it is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin. You know the importance of communicating ‘diplomatically’, which for you means both being polite and friendly when necessary and using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when appropriate. Your life is guided by either existentialism or nihilism, depending on the weather. You have a certain appreciation for the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic way of saying that you are a disgusting hedonist.

Top 50 Worst Guitar Solos

What would possess us to compile the worst guitar solos in history? I mean, come on, it’s no great feat to list the best guitar solos ever. Just put Hendrix, Page, Clapton, and Gilmour in the Top 10 and everyone’s happy. It’s obscuring reality somewhat, but it’s convenient.

Hehe. Okay, and now go and check out nr. 11… He?

Oh Ozzie!

Ozzie Osbourne’s writing a musical about Rasputin:

“It’s a major achievement for me, because I’ve always wanted to do it,” said Osbourne. “He’s like the original rock star, you know? I said to myself, ‘What better thing to write about?'”

Update: the guardian obviously bleeped out certain words in the above statement. Let us rephrase:

“It’s a fuckin’ major achievement for me, because I’ve always fuckin’ wanted to do it,” said Osbourne. “He’s like the fuckin’ original fuckin’ rock star, you know, you fuck? Bollocks! I fuckin’ said to me fuckin’ self, ‘What fuckin’ better thing to fuckin’ write about?’ Fuck! Could you squeeze my fuckin’ untalented daughter in your bleedin’ fuckin’ article?”

Sex Machine

There’s your regular marital aids, and then there’s this: DIY-sex machines.

The dildonics on display are not intended as artwork. The function comes first, and any design that results is coincidental. Most — but not all — lack the ironic message that pervades so much modern artwork. As a result, these inventions resemble a kind of folk art sculpted from the Home Depot palette.

The Museum of Sex has opened an exhibition dedicated to this “vibrant American subculture where sexual adventure, technological ingenuity, and heartfelt personal visions intersect.”