Thursday, October 17, 2024
What the (Weird) Kids Are Listening To
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
Today in '69
On this day 55 years ago, something amazing happened. The hapless New York Mets did this:
Check out that chaos. No matter who wins anything this year, it will certainly lack the anarchy and mayhem of that scene.
Against a decent measure of odds, your Misery Loves Company Mets of 2024 are in the National League Championship Series, and it's tied at one game apiece as they continue the battle against Los Angeles for the right to face the AL Champs in the World Series. (Looking at lot like that'll be the Yankees.)
Game time tonight is 8:08. Nothing sounds quite like an 8-0-8 first pitch.
Speaking of the Beastie Boys, the Mets, and a little NY/LA juxta, here's Martha Quinn to get you up to date:
LFGM.
Tuesday, October 15, 2024
Gheorghasbord: We're Out There, and We're Lovin' It!
We're ranging far and wind in this latest clearing of the fertile fields of one mind. From the worst kind of asshole to our kind of assholes (or at least motherfuckers), we're shooting from the hip with no regard for propriety, consistency, or common sense. Hope you dig it.
If there's anything Gheorghies enjoy (beyond dumb fashion, Muppet Rap, Tribe Hoops, hand-selected automobiles, and dipshittery), it's an auction. Usually we focus on stuff that we'd enjoy having, whether for the sentimental value or the stylistic attractiveness. Today's auction is a horse of different color; it's an opportunity to hate-buy some shit we could co-opt for good.
Alex Jones is a piece of shit. My God-fearing Mom says I shouldn't talk like that, but she feels the same way, just not out loud. I expect she asks the Lord's forgiveness when she calls him a fuckstain under her breath. In my view, the Lord knows she's right and doesn't feel she needs to be forgiven. Anyone who profits from torturing families of slain kids for years upon years deserves to be called that and far, far worse.
G:TAT |
Dudes and dudettes, I know what you're thinking, and I'm right there with you. Gheorghe: The Armored Truck is within our grasp. We can park it at the compound and use it in parades where we fly giant FUCK ALEX JONES banners. It's a glorious vision.
Speaking of prominent right-wing fuckweasels and comeuppance, I was not expecting the people behind Cards Against Humanity to be agents of freewheeling fuckery and chaos (the good kind). And yet, here we are.
In 2017, Cards Against Humanity raised over $2m from small donors (at $15 a pop) to purchase land on the U.S./Mexico border in an effort to make it difficult for the Trump administration to Build The Wall. In an ironic twist of fate, SpaceX purchased an adjacent property and started work on a launch facility for its rockets.
All of which is fine and mostly legal ('cept, perhaps, for the somewhat shady local politics that went into the process). But SpaceX being SpaceX, and Elon Musk being Elon Musk (that is to say, completely lacking regard for anything that doesn't serve Elon Musk), the company used Cards Against Humanity's pristine land as a dumping ground and a construction staging area. See the before and after pictures below, and note that this land DOES NOT BELONG TO SPACEX, THOSE ARROGANT FUCKS:
Before Musk |
After Musk |
We can play it in G:TAT.
It wouldn't be a Gheorghasbord, or really, any G:TB post, if it didn't have a wild swing to an entirely different topic. This one's a peach.
The lads from Green Day have a penchant for doing weird and whimsical shit. They've chosen to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Dookie, their third studio album, and the one that rocketed them to stardom, in a very Green Day way.
Check out Dookie Demastered, which finds the boys re-recording the songs from the record in the most lo-fi and silly ways imaginable. We're talking "Basket Case" filtered through a Big Mouth Billie (sic) Bass. We've got "Welcome to Paradise" played via Gameboy cartridge, "When I Come Around" recorded on a wax cylinder, "Pulling Teeth" conducted through a...toothbrush. Shit is avant garde and dumb as hell and genius. Not to mention a great brain cleanser from the first to elements of this post.
We'll close today with a bit of long-delayed joy. Christen Press is, by talent, one of the elite goalscorers in women's soccer history. Unfortunately, she's also been one of the most snakebit athletes of her time, at least of late. She suffered an ACL injury in June 2022, and dealt with a series of setbacks that required a total of four surgeries before finally returning to NWSL play with Angel City FC in August.
Press is a well-loved member of the USWNT diaspora, her podcast with former teammate and partner Tobin Heath among the most-viewed in the soccer media game. She made her much-anticipated return to the game with a token minute against San Diego Wave FC on August 24, and has appeared in a total of seven games down the stretch. Saturday in Cary, NC, she entered a scoreless match against NC Courage in the 65th minute, took four shots (three on target), and seven minutes into extra time, did this:
The NWLSverse went bananas, as well it should. Very cool moment from a player who's gone through it for a long, long time. Press herself issued a neat statement, saying in part, "Since I got injured, people were counting the days that I didn't play soccer, and I was counting the days that I hadn't scored. My true love is scoring." That the goal was a certified banger was just icing on the cake.
Sunday, October 13, 2024
All The President's Book Sellers
Friday, October 11, 2024
Go See JD McPherson and/or Kate Clover
Wednesday, October 09, 2024
Three People Who Have Never Been in My Kitchen
What's happening, gheorghies!!
A few of young among the gheorgherati were old enough to watch "What's Happening!!" in its original incarnation. Rob, the Daves, Danimal, the KQs, and Shlara, most likely. Others caught it via syndication. You know, as a rerun.
Rerun! Fred Berry was the actor who played Freddy "Rerun" Stubbs for each of the three seasons that "What's Happening!!" ran. The ubiquitous red beret and suspenders he donned added to his portly frame and mischievous activity. He'd bellow, "What's happenin, Raj?" to his buddy Roger upon entering the scene, while, Dwayne would arrive with a "Hey HEY hey" that leave people onscreen and off hi-fiving. A fun watch that still amuses -- especially the quick barbs from Raj's sister Dee. Yacht Rock enthusiasts love the Doobies episode.
Fred Berry also played Rerun in the redux "What's Happening Now!!" from the mid-1980s. But didn't do a whole lot else. Easy to see how he fell into typecasting hell.
Fred Berry
Meanwhile, another blast from the past was on the radio the other day. If I said to you, "Aw, Mickey, you're so fine," I trust that you all would know how to finish it.
Toni Basil! Her lone pop hit (I do not consider this piece of early 80's cheese shiz to be a hit, despite it charting), "Mickey" was actually a cover. A British glam-pop group named Racey released a song called "Kitty" in 1979. Toni and friends renamed it and added the cheerleader chant with which I opened this paragraph -- then put out a video with a whole cheerleader theme. Apparently the cheer uniform she wears is hers from back at Las Vegas High school, Class of '61. (She's 36 there.)
Toni Basil, some of you may know, had made an appearance much earlier in her career as one of Wyatt and Billy's Mardi Gras party pals. One who sheds all her clothes. When in Rome...
Toni Basil
Meanwhile, in another part of the galaxy, we were recently discussing fine films unavailable for streaming these days. One old classic that can't be watched via any streaming platform at the moment takes us back to 1984, one of those apex years in music history. This film captured a pop culture nugget from the era and feature-filmed the hell out of it -- not once, but twice! In the second film they boogied so hard, it was like a booga-loo. A rather electric one at that.
Breakin'! This cult classic featured an array of break and other kinds of dancers, but its main male character was Ozone. With Turbo and Kelly, he took the art to new levels on the streets of Venice Beach. Ozone was played by Adolfo Quiñones, a dancer who went professionally by Shabba Doo. He danced in Chaka Khan's "I Feel for You" (with Turbo), and he choreographed and danced in Lionel Richie's video for "All Night Long (also with Turbo)."
Supposedly, Quiñones appeared in the film Tango & Cash. but I have not yet confirmed that with the Teej.
Adolfo Quiñones / Shabba Doo
Welp, there you go. Three people with nothing in common.
Oh, wait.
Except...
Ah, yes. From 1973 until 1976, each of these people -- Fred Berry, Toni Basil, and Shabba Doo, were in a dance group called The Lockers!
The Lockers
Check it out! They called themselves that because another founding Locker, Don "Campbellock" Campbell, developed the art of locking. You know, like popping and locking?! Like the founding principles of breakdancing?!
The Lockers began as a collection of "Soul Train" dancers. They did their thing in the early 70's with some serious acrobatics, fluidity, and yep, locking. Major crowd-pleasers. This one from '76 is the best but it won't embed, so watch another below.
When Don Cornelius wouldn't pay them to stay on the show, they decided to do did their things on TV programs. Fred Berry went by "Mr. Penguin" for obvious reasons, and Toni Basil was the only female, the only Caucasian. They played on Carson, the Carol Burnett Show, and yes, even What's Happening!!
They even were featured on the 3rd-ever episode of SNL: Watch here.
And then came the commercials! If you watch just one, watch this Schlitz Malt Liquor ad. So good.
Apparently Mykelti Williamson (Bubba Blue from Forrest Gump) was an alternate member of The Lockers back then.
Most of them are gone now. Fred Berry passed first, in 2003. Greg "Campbellock Jr" Pope in 2010, Don "Campbellock" Campbell and Adolfo "Shabba Doo" Quiñones in 2020. Bill "Slim the Robot" Williams and Leo "Fluky Luke" Williamson are still around, as is Toni Basil, who's 81 now.
But once upon a time, they were somethin'. The Lockers.
Tuesday, October 08, 2024
Version 2.0
Two basketball players entered the league after storied collegiate careers. They'd tangled in the NCAA Tournament, got a ton of publicity for their battles. One was a flashy playmaker who legitimately changed how the game was played in material ways. The other was a frontcourt player with a robust all-around game. One was a child of the small-town Midwest, the other came up in a tough city. Oh, and one was white, the other black. They didn't much like each other, at least at first, though they came to first respect and then admire the other's skill and competitive fire. Together, they helped catalyze rapid growth of the pro game.
Obviously, we could be talking about Magic and Bird, linked throughout their careers because of an accident of timing, a shared incandescence, and a number of obvious and fascinating contrasts.We won't know for a while if we're also talking about Angel and Caitlin, at least in terms of long-term legacy, but the first impressions aren't unkind to the comparison. Reese and Clark don't seem to have a lot in common as people, one with a sophisticated personal style and fierce on-court persona, the other matching the on-court grit but rocking a very different fashion vibe. The media's made a thing of their alleged enmity, though both players have gone out of their way to offer respect, if not necessarily warmth, to the other. And with much due respect to A'ja Wilson, Napheesa Collier, Breanna Stewart, Alyssa Thomas, and Sabrina Ionescu, among many others, the pair are likely to be the brightest lights in the WNBA firmament for the next decade.
All we ask as fans, other than good health for both players, is a remix of this gem: