Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Who the fuck is Mister Glasses?

I just don't even know ...

....any more. Yea, you think for me. Much better.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Mr. Bungle MonSunday!!!

A couple of weeks back I made a post to Metafilter about the now defunct Mr. Bungle, one of my all-time favorite bands. The gist of it was several videos I stumbled across on youtube recently, fanmade clips for tracks off their 3rd and final album California:

Now, excellent (if I may say so myself...) posting is only one-half of the metamagic. The comment thread always tends to bring out the best in jokes, debates, anecdotes and extensive bonus linkage.

Several new pieces of info I picked up in the resulting thread include:

-for the first time since the California tour, the core Bungle members played together on-stage, as part of a John Zorn performance in San Fran (low-key, but Patton, Spruance, Winant and Dunn are all in there)
-Quote Unquote was not the only music video they made; it appears that they also had a series of live clips spliced together to make a video for My Ass Is On Fire (likely as a fuck-you to Warner Bros./MTV)
-California was the only one of their three albums never released on vinyl ... until recently, that is. As of October 4th it is available in the very bestest of best formats, and, as of today, I own a copy!
-saving the best for last: an absolute oddity of a scene from soap opera All My Children in which a couple of characters debate the legacy of Mike Patton. I'm not shitting you, check this out:

Sunday, October 3, 2010

May Be

Used to piss Negin off so much always answering 'maybe' to more or less every question.

This is a nice little parable I pulled of a post on the ePlaya, BM's forums:

There is a story of a farmer whose horse ran away. That evening the neighbors gathered to commiserate with him since this was such bad luck. He said, "May be."

The next day the horse returned, but brought with it six wild horses, and the neighbors came exclaiming at his good fortune. He said, "May be."

And then, the following day, his son tried to saddle and ride one of the wild horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. Again the neighbors came to offer their sympathy for the misfortune. He said, "May be."

The day after that, conscription officers came to the village to seize young men for the army, but because of the broken leg the farmer's son was rejected. When the neighbors came to say how fortunately everything had turned out, he said, "May be."