Is there anything in this leather-clad world that could possibly kick more rock and roll ass than the cover of the new Ministry album? Only one thing, and that’s the album title: From Beer to Eternity.
This looks like what you would get if you asked five bros on a guys weekend in Vegas to do your concept art.
This shouldn’t come as a surprise from a band that called one previous album Dark Side of the Spoon and another Psalm 69, but then I still remember when you guys were a synthpop band. If nothing else, it could serve as the inspiration for next season’s Deadliest Catch: “Join Captain Tony Lara and the intrepid crew of the Cornelia Marie as they trawl the ice-cold waters of the Bering Sea for their deadliest catch yet: anorexic supermodels.”
Patton Oswalt has a long but essential post on the above topics, well worth reading whatever your particular creative calling.
But what I can hopefully stop – or, at least, change for the better – is the public (and media’s) response to joke thieves, by hammering away at this same, exhausting refrain every time I see some thumb-sucking “think piece” by a writer who should fucking know better, cyber-quacking away about “cover songs” and “vaudeville” and a million other euphemisms and deflections away from the simple fact that an uncreative person took a creative person’s work, signed their name to it, and passed it off as their own for their personal glorification, monetary benefit and career advancement. There’s no wiggle room there. Even the thieves know that, better than the dullards who are rationalizing and defending them.
How did this man-on-woman thing ever get off the ground? John McKeever of BirdText solves a perpetual evolutionary riddle.
Mashup of 77 dance scenes set to the Safety Dance.
This put me on a short, nostalgic tour of the eighties.
And I was always partial to this one, which is about the murder of John Lennon.
Every year, 20 of the world’s best new movies compete at the Cannes Film Festival for the Palme d’Or. But there is another festival held in Cannes at the same time, the Marché du Film, which is one of the largest film markets in the world, where hundreds of new films are bought and sold.
This year, the Guardian waded through the dreck and selected the twelve worst films offered for sale. Posters and trailers below. These are all real films.
Poor Morgan Fairchild.
And no list of terrible movies would be complete without at least one body switch scenario.