I thought we said no fucking kings?
exclusive two-night run at The Fonda Theater in Los Angeles as the 83-year-old Beatles legend returned to the stage. That’s what the Post is saying this morning. Nobody cares about the boring war anymore. I’m sick of it. Last night I watched the 1988 John Carpenter film “They Live”. The movie was supposedly made as social commentary on Reaganomics and consumerism.
Dukakis’ running mate in ’88, Lloyd Bentsen. Lloyd who?
It was released days before the 1988 U.S. presidential election. George H W Bush got elected anyway, but the movie has gained a cult following in recent years as more and more people have been putting on the special sunglasses which reveal to the wearer what’s really going on in the world.
BBC sign language presenter Peter Garret maxxing this morning
The movie is based on the novel “Eight O’Clock in the Morning” by author Ray Nelson who was born in 1931, in Schenectady, New York. Nelson also invented the propeller head beanie. In a published interview, Nelson described how “In the summer of 1947, I was holding a regional science fiction convention in my front room and it culminated with myself and some Michigan fans dressing up in some improvised costumes to take joke photographs, simulating the covers of science fiction magazines.
The headgear which I designed for the space hero was the first propeller beanie. It was made out of pieces of plastic, bit of coat-hanger wire, some beads, a propeller from a model airplane, and staples to hold it together.” Shortly thereafter, it was worn by George Young of Detroit at a world convention, where it was an enormous hit.
Ross Hannaford wearing a propeller cap in the Eagle Rock video, which I’d post, but Ross Wilson is as annoying as fuck in it.
What has this got to do with Fab Macca? Nothing at all but at least it stops me talking about politics. I got a text from Rick last night. He said he didn’t get the job he was going for. He thought they thought he was too old. I told him that he’d have to stick to being a rock star then. Rick said he’d been looking for places for us to play and that some of them weren’t the best fit.
We could probably do an opening set for someone, but we probably wouldn’t get paid. It’s a good thing I’m not relying on my music career to buy food. Maybe we’ll have a band rehearsal this week… maybe…time will tell.
I’ve copied and pasted most of this journal today without acknowledging the authors, but I’m feeling lazy this morning. I won’t be acknowledging any of the First People’s elders past, present and future either, they can pound sand in the past, present and future too.. I see the coppers down under have finally caught up with and killed Desi Freeman, the bloke who shot a couple of them, escaped and has been on the run for months.
“Victoria police commissioner Mike Bush said the shooting was ‘justified’ and brought closure to the families of two police officers allegedly killed by Freeman in Porepunkah in August.” Oh, ok, that settles it then. He’s truly “free at last” I suppose.
That’s all I have time for right now. I have been listening to 3CR while writing this, but I had to change the station. My special listening headphones just kicked in and believe me, “THEY LIVE”.
Good Day.
The Carrie Nations with a song from Russ Meyer’s Beyond the Valley of the Dolls