When you think of Valentine's Day you think about chocolates and flowers, right? Well I don't. No sir, I think tires! And I'm not the only one, if this 1952 ad for General Tire (from The Saturday Evening Post) is any indication. So fellas, if you're still stuck for V-Day ideas and it's zero hour, consider a set of these beauties for the lady in your life. Just don't be surprised if she tries to run you down after they're installed. (For more, um, romantic ads, check out the my Valentine's Day Retrotisements gallery.)
If '70s prog band Babe Ruth is remembered for one song (and that is about all they're remembered for), it's "The Mexican." It's from their 1973 debut album First Base and it's one of the catchiest, grooviest prog tracks you'll ever hear. I found a really cool YouTube video with this song played over some Samurai Jack clips, but they faded the song too early for my liking. Check it out though, it's sweet.
So what was all the fuss over? Turns out that Focus on the Family Super Bowl ad with Tim Tebow and his mommy didn't strike quite the confrontational tone the media had speculated (shocker). But one thing that jumped right out at me is this: Huh? Since when did they start handing out Heisman Trophies to family members too? I bet those two have one of those annoying "joint" email addresses too. Barf.
When he wanted to put together yet another version of King Crimson in the early 1990s, Robert Fripp reached out to Japan co-founder David Sylvian. Sylvian passed at the opportunity, but the pair went ahead released a studio album in 1993 anyway. This is the best cut from that album -- "Jean the Birdman". It's a bit goofy, but the song more than makes up for it. So given that this video was produced in '93, how do you think it fared on MTV?
Dear reader, in my travels to bring you reports of local performances by various musical acts, I have encountered some strange people. But over the weekend I encountered one of the strangest yet - the Brooklyn Hipster. For those not from the New York area, it's important to note that Brooklyn is to Hipsters as Mecca is to Muslims or Wal-Mart is to rednecks. It's the source of their strength and identity, which in this case means lots of bad haircuts, wool caps, and faux vintage clothing. They're harmless for the most part, but damn are they annoying in large groups. (more…)