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Page 2: More Photos from the Los Angeles Air Guitar Competition: |
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The Dangers of Air Guitar. She lost her toe! |
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Ice Cream Man plays his popsicle |
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Red hot redhead hottie |
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Grunge is not dead |
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Mimey Learns to Rock |
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Sounds tight |
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Chest Hair Club for Men |
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That’s the ticket |
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This Year’s Model (and winner) |
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Everyone (including the audience and semi-celeb judges, the Sklar Brothers) got on stage at the end for a group performance of Lynyrd Skynrd’s “Freebird” |
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“The postmodernists out there might have a lot to say about simulation and simalcrums”
Do you think that’s air you’re breathing?
Still, he has his moments.
That Edward R. Mellow, what a philosophizer. That’s what an interdisciplinary college degree in bullshit science (B.S.) will get you.
Sorry dude, but no one- and I mean no one- can out Bull Shit Slavoj Zizek!
don’t you think baudrillard comes pretty close? i prefer zizek because he comes off as a funloving rock star, especially compared with jb’s gallic smugiosity. but it seems they’re both, at base, just making shit up as they go along.
i think that’s what cranky old Ed might have been indirectly alluding to – the fact that our modern philoso-freaks are often as phony as Madonna’s guitar playing. or he could have just been trying to look clever.
Get a bunch of guys up there air guitaring a CCR song and I’d be impressed all to hell.
I will admit that Zizeks cryptic scribblings in the European Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue were pretty amusing in an ironic way. But generally speaking, the dude just seems, to me at least,to be Salieri to Foucault’s Mozart.
All in all, Edward was right though about the sum total of man’s philosophizing efforts being little more than mental masturbation- but then again, but there’s a reason we all do it!
Not to split hairs here, man, but I’m not sure that Sutcliffe was fired from the Beatles.
He was first and foremost an artist (Lennon–John, not V.I.–was a chum of his in art school). After he hooked up with a German artist chick named Astrid (don’t know whether she was a nihilist), he decided to put down his bass, settle down with Astrid, and create some art (no word on how vaginal it was, though).
Now, Pete Best, there was a worthy adversary who was becoming more popular than the other three lads in the band (and, therefore, possibly even Jesus). So the others unceremoniously dumped and replaced him with a fellah who’s better at the drums than myself by the name of Richard Starkey. That was the name his lovin’ parents gave him, but he never had much use for it. He went by the name of Ringo.
Ah, I didn’t not know that. See? Not only did Sutcliffe not need to play an instrument, he didn’t even need to be in the Beatles! Now that’s fucking cool.
I read an interview with Pete Best in some drummer magazine (maybe it was “Drummer Magazine”) and apparently the poor fella almost committed suicide watching his alternate universe get more and more enviable.
Bummer man, that’s a bummer. I guess in some ways the Beatles were a bigger bunch of assholes than Metallica
Yeah, I think Lennon even once said that in order to become as big as the Beatles were you had to be a real bastard or asshole or whatever you call it.
And, by his own admission, he was, at least up until he became a stay-at-home dad in the mid-’70s.
Screw the Beatles! I’m talkin’ about the Monkees- now there’s a group a fella’s that could air guitar.
Screw the Beatles? Ok, sufidude. I can see you don’t want to be cheered up. C’mon Donny, let’s go get a lane.