Showing posts with label Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock. Show all posts

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Stop. Remaking. Movies.


Guess what kids, some Hollywood fuckheads think that remaking Yellow Submarine is a great idea! Early today Mike Fleming of Variety reported that Robert Zemeckis and Disney are planning on doing a remake of the classic Beatles cartoon.

What the fuck? Is this really necessary? No, it's not. The original cartoon was absolutely brilliant, so what's the point of doing it over again? I don't know about you, but I grew up on the Beatles, it's a cherished childhood memory for me and I know it is for a lot of other people out there. It's not as though you can't go out and buy a copy of the original movie on DVD or whatever. Hollywood needs to start coming up with their own ideas instead of pillaging cinema's past to turn a buck nowadays.
I have an idea, why not make an animated Flaming Lips movie? Their entire oeuvre would work perfectly for a psychedelic cartoon. You can have giant pink robots and bubbles floating everywhere, it would be really cool, and all though slightly derivative, a new movie instead of a rehash of an old one.

That's all I have to say on the subject.

On a side note, I added Abe Lincolns quotes to my blog a couple days ago. Why? Abe Lincoln's the motherfucking man, motherfuckers. More on that later.

-Jon J


Tuesday, August 11, 2009

We Sold Our Souls For Rock n Roll

So this weekend I got a chance to catch the Read (say it like the red) play at the Grand Manor. The Read are an awesome band from Cincinnati who play some very good, very dancey punk rock. Here's a video:




I first saw the Read play sometime last summer over at the Grand Manor. My band, the Drinkin' Lincolns got a chance to open up for them last March and it was amazing. We played a cramped basement in Pilsen where the ceiling was just inches away from our heads. The space had previously been used for some kind of performance art piece, and there was baby powder all over the floor. This caused the entire floor of the basement to become a slippery suicide run for those inclined to dance about. Many knee injuries were sustained that night. Their shows are a sweaty, glorious riot. I defy you not to move to their music. Also, Mitch licked my nipple. Always a plus.

Check them out.