Am I the only person who read this story about a hijacked truck full of cigarettes and immediately thought of the scene from Beverly Hills Cop?
Really? Perhaps this song will refresh your memory.
Speaking of songs that will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day, have you heard the theme from Pineapple Express by Huey Lewis and the News? Horns and handclaps? Yes, please.
It’s weird to hear Huey Lewis talking about drugs. It’s kind of like hearing your Dad talk about having sex with someone other than your Mom. Or your Mom, come to think of it.
REO Speedwagon to play at flood benefit
REO Speedwagon returns to the Midwest to headline the Ridin’ the Storm Out – Floods of 2008 Relief Concert to be held July 16 at Prairie Meadows in Polk County, IA, with 100 percent of the proceeds going to flood victims. – TicketNews.com (Emphasis mine)
I’m sorry, but if your benefit show sounds like an Onion headline, expect chuckles. (I’m not heartless though: I had our intern write this post on resources and places to donate. It’s no “Time for Me To Fly” but we all do what we can.)
Also on the unintentionally funny front, every part of the intro – and Kevin Cronin’s hair – in this version of “Keep Pushing.”
That song also unintentionally (unexpectedly?) kinda rocks, right?
Right?
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Me3dia tipped me off that the trailer for the new James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, is online:
Is it just me or does this seem like License to Kill redux? In that one, a lousy Timothy Dalton outing that’s distinguished only by the presence of Carey Lowell, the wife of Bond’s CIA friend Felix Leiter is killed and Leiter himself is mauled by sharks (not sure if they had lasers on their heads or not but they were certainly ill-tempered). Bond goes off on a revenge mission, to MI6’s displeasure, his license to kill is revoked, etc. etc.
I’m not hating, just saying. This kind of plot device wasn’t really new when Bond got around to it either, and they’ve managed to freshen up other long-gone-stale aspects of the franchise, so I’ll still see it.
Incidentally, here’s how much solace a quantum provides:
“At the small scales studied in particle physics, energy often occurs in discrete packets or units called quanta. The amount of energy in a quantum depends on the frequency of the radiation carrying the energy; it is equal to the frequency (in hertz) multiplied by Planck’s constant, 6.626 069 x 10-34 joule second (J·s). The word “quantum” is also used in other contexts where physical quantities occur as multiples of a discrete unit. For example, the quantum of electric charge is e, the charge on a single electron. Via
Wikipedia puts it much more simply (as it often does): “The smallest possible, and therefore indivisible, unit of a given quantity or quantifiable phenomenon.”
Which would have been a worse title: Multiples of a Discrete Unit of Solace or The Smallest Possible, and Therefore Indivisible, Unit of Solace? Also, doesn’t the last one sound like one of those movie titles translated from the Chinese?
I reviewed last night’s amazing Mavis Staples show at The Hideout on the TOC blog this morning. Look for a review tomorrow of Liz Phair’s Exile in Guyville performance at the Vic.
Update: You can read that review here. And for the record, Guyville is not a double album. Even if it did come out on 2 LPs.
After 38 years as the conductor of “Soul Train,” Don Cornelius has sold the show to MadVision Entertainment. The company plans on creating new episodes, and it also sounds like they’ll be releasing old episodes on DVD and what have you.
First of all, I’d like to take this opportunity to pitch my idea for “The Afro-Sheen Music Minute,” a new “Soul Train” feature wherein ?uestlove of The Roots would review the week’s hot new tracks with Charlie Sheen. Go ahead and try to come up with a more compelling concept, I dare you. Plus, you’ve also got a built-in sponsorship opportunity.* You’re welcome, MadVision. Send me a Facebook message and we can do some business.
Also, wedding season is upon us. So it’s time to start building up your repertoire of dance moves now. Here is your homework:
* Apparently, they don’t make Afro Sheen anymore. Maybe Dark and Lovely will be interested.
I’d just like to announce I am not interested in being considered as a candidate for Vice-President. At this time, I have the job that I want.
I figure that since Fred Thompson is being asked if he wants the job, they must be casting the net pretty wide to include people who don’t have a chance in hell of getting the gig. So I want to stop the speculation before it starts.
This weekend I was hanging out with some friends and they mentioned that they’d had some trouble viewing this blog in Internet Explorer. I checked, and sure enough, IE would only display the main page prior to the first use of the “jump” link I use (that link you see on the longer posts I write) and wasn’t displaying the right-hand links at all. So figuring that hack was causing the problem, I yanked the code. And sure enough, problem solved.
Having the job I do, I know that the fault lies more with IE’s developer-unfriendly, ass-backwards code, not the hack code that works on every other damn browser (incidentally, which one of you is using Camino?). But as I once pointed out to Time Out’s developers, you have to code for your users, not for yourself. And if IE is causing a problem on Time Out’s site, and 40 percent of our user base uses IE, we have to fix it. Since a whopping 64 percent of OMIC’s user base uses IE, I had no choice but to fix the problem especially since it was preventing people from reading my posts, which is pretty much the whole point of this blog.
There’s a lesson here: No matter how right you think you are, sometimes it’s better to stop beating your head against the wall and just try something else.
Not sure which upsets me more: R. Kelly’s acquittal or Tim Russert’s death.
By the way, there’s a problem with the way this blog displays in Internet Explorer. I think it has to do with a script I run that allows for “jump” posts. I’ll do my best to fix it, but you really ought to be using Firefox. I know, it’s my problem, not yours. But still.
Over at the TOC blog.I’ve got an open letter to Sam Adam Jr., one of R. Kelly’s defense lawyers, about his legally specious and questionably human closing arguments. You might also want to see Bill Wyman’s thoughts at Hitsville on the defense’s closing arguments.
I’ve been amazed at the seeming ineptitude of his team, and I hope it sounds as ridiculous to the jury as it does to me.
