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May 30, 2008

Hollywood Forever? Maybe Not

Ramone7.jpg One of my PCL co-bloggers, Donna Lethal, recently wrote a rather disturbing article for the LAist about Brent and Tyler Cassity, the 2 charming Midwesterners who bought the long-neglected Hollywood Memorial Park, rebranded it "Hollywood Forever", then turned it into Tinseltown's coolest (as in room temperature) dirt-nap repository. The Cassitys are apparently under investigation for pocketing money earmarked for pre-paid funerals, and consequently, more than 100,000 people in several states may wind up being denied a final resting place in the brothers' upscale boneyards.

I blogged about H4ever back in 2005, when my friend X-8 took a set of beautiful dawn photographs of Johnny Ramone's grave marker. According to some accounts, the cemetery is now forcing everyone to register at the gate and forbidding photography, which would be a real shame.

[Link: Hollywood Forever: Six Feet Under?]

May 27, 2008

The Most Wanted and Unwanted Music

peopleschoice_250x250.jpgBack in 1997, Russian artists, Vitaly Komar and Alex Melamid, along with composer David Soldier, created 2 pieces of music, based on poll results indicating what listeners most and least wanted to hear. These songs were released on a CD called, The People's Choice Music.

The Most Unwanted Song should be liked, statistically speaking, by fewer than 200 people in the world, and was described by the composer thusly:

"The most unwanted orchestra was determined to be large, and features the accordion and bagpipe (which tie at 13% as the most unwanted instrument), banjo, flute, tuba, harp, organ, synthesizer (the only instrument that appears in both the most wanted and most unwanted ensembles). An operatic soprano raps and sings atonal music, advertising jingles, political slogans, and “elevator” music, and a children's choir sings jingles and holiday songs. The most unwanted subjects for lyrics are cowboys and holidays, and the most unwanted listening circumstances are involuntary exposure to commericals and elevator music."

It's counterpart, The Most Wanted Song, is described by Soldier as follows:

"The most favored ensemble...comprises a moderately sized group (three to ten instruments) consisting of guitar, piano, saxophone, bass, drums, violin, cello, synthesizer, with low male and female vocals singing in rock/r&b style. The favorite lyrics narrate a love story, and the favorite listening circumstance is at home. The only feature in lyric subjects that occurs in both most wanted and unwanted categories is “intellectual stimulation.” Most participants desire music of moderate duration (approximately 5 minutes), moderate pitch range, moderate tempo, and moderate to loud volume, and display a profound dislike of the alternatives. If the survey provides an accurate analysis of these factors for the population, and assuming that the preference for each factor follows a Gaussian (i.e. bell-curve) distribution, the combination of these qualities, even to the point of sensory overload and stylistic discohesion, will result in a musical work that will be unavoidably and uncontrollably “liked” by 72 plus or minus 12% (standard deviation; Kolmogorov-Smirnov statistic) of listeners."

Somewhat surprisingly, I found the "bad" song to be far more interesting and listenable, which probably says a lot more about me than it does the song.

You can listen to both at the following links and decide for yourself:

[Link: The Most Unwanted Music]
[Link: The Most Wanted Music]

May 24, 2008

Drop a Coin in the Bimbo Box


Long before becoming a derisive term for a minivan, a "Bimbo Box" referred to a marvelous contraption featuring a band of mechanical monkeys, under glass, attached to a jukebox. When you crossed their hairy paws with silver, they churned out a lively Sixties pop tune (Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass appears to have been a favorite), and jittered away, more or less in time with the music. A number of these machines can still be found in various German and Dutch cities, and I've seen one here in the US at the Musée Mécanique in San Francisco.

Check out this clip of a bimbo box in action on the streets of Cologne, Germany, and here's a nicely photographed article of a custom-built bimbo box and jukebox from the Netherlands.

[Link: Swinging Monkeys in Cologne]
[Link: Custom Bimbo Machine and Jukebox]

May 18, 2008

Sweatin' To The Zombies

horror.jpg The Manchester Morgue brings you this sublimely awful, soft-core horror spoof of exercise videos by 80's scream-queen (and serial hair-crimper), Linnea Quigley, featuring flabby zombies, scantily clad bimbos at a slumber party, and a slasher in a Reagan mask.

No doubt hundreds, if not thousands, of teenage boys used this video to develop their arm muscles...well, one arm, anyway.

[Link: Linnea Quigley's Horror Workout][via Nerdcore]

May 12, 2008

Bring On the Walking Fish and Tiny Elephants

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This helpful illustration from the February, 1940 issue of Amazing Stories, explains what might happen if the Earth's magnetic field weakens and allows more cosmic rays to pass through our atmosphere...Evolution Gone Mad!...our planet will become a bizarre menagerie of strange creatures.

I'm hoping we'll all develop strange powers, just like the Fantastic Four. I'd like to be able to dispense different kinds of liqueurs from my fingertips and grow mint and pickled onions from my eyebrows for garnish. That'd be boss.

I'll probably just get cancer.

(via Lady, That's My Skull)

May 8, 2008

Let's Do A Monster-specific Dance!

Criswell_Mae.jpg At last, something has roused me from my blogospheric torpor! Max Sparber has disinterred the moldering corpse of the not-quite-dead-yet, Essential Ghoul's Record Shelf, a weblog dedicated to a rather specific list of song stylings which include the following topics:

I am a monster.
My girlfriend is a monster.
Everyone we know is a monster, so let's do a monster-specific dance.
I'm being chased by a werewolf.
I have had a spell cast on me.
Where did all my blood go?

The Ghoul then goes on to add a new topic to his repertoire: Let's sing a song about hilariously inaccurate television psychics.

Criswell Predicts tells the story behind Mae West's stirring hoochie-koochie paean to her psychic friend, the Amazing Criswell, who, as you may recall, predicted that Mae would not only become President of the United States in 1960, but would also accompany him to the Moon (along with Liberace).

It's a great song, and a terrific reintroduction for the Ghoul. You have been missed, you rotten old creep. Welcome back!

[Link: Criswell Predicts]