A Blue Million

The i's have it. Out of the file drawer of the nonsensical, useless and silly, we have 'eyes'. What about them, you ask? Well it's generally viewed that about 78 percent of the random general population of earth has some shade of brown eyes. About 19 percent have blue and the remaining three odd percent have some other shade, possibly green or gold or even bloodshot red (no finger pointing). Sure there are tons of songs about eyes and how they are the mirrors of the soul and so on and so forth. Ok. Sure. For sheer relevancy we turn to who but Captain Beefheart and his Her Eyes Are A Blue Million Miles. This title, like the song, is just cool. Cool blue. Here's looking at you kid. But stop staring!

Rock n roll yourself to death

We wouldn't live with a banner that reads "DIAL IT TO 11 FRIDAY" unless we could cook a couple of bowls of these fresh buds. Sixteen candles by the Crests in 1958. Ahhh rock n roll infancy. Fifty-seven chevys, makin' out, n all that greaser shit. Boof! Next, Sweet's overrevved, supersizzle 1976in' Lies In Your Eyes shows off their massive talent. Massive AND TALENT! Vroom!! Cabooseification: VH soups it up on their 1980 Women and Children First LP with Everybody Wants Some. And we do, and how 'bout you? Far from our significant island called 'normal planet earth' we have the realm of the radio DJ. The man whose voice calls to you in the night. The preacher of pop music. The deacon of disco. The savior of soul. Two titans walked the earth. One was the wolfman (r.i.p.) and he's highlighted in the bottom clip. The other is the immortal 'screamin' italian' Dick Biondi, who spins vinyl on WLS starting at 11pm every weekday night. Dig that tune-rific rapturous style when the young world wanted to flip off anyone over thirty and the music and the Wolfman howled over the airwaves from secret places under a secret moon somewhere hidden in the mexican desert. Dead-before-we-hit-the-ground-bitchin'. The radio was tits, man, tits!

Radioactive Blood

IN COLOR. The web whipping wonder has been brought to the big screen once again this weekend. We wouldn't miss the action and we wouldn't miss Emma Stone either. You know the milkshake will be in attendance and you know the icee will be big, big, big. Rock out to both the banging original theme song and the smokin ramones homage cover tune and then get off the web and go get into the webby world of ASM2 in a flick house. Go git on wit ya bad sef!