Actor Henry Gibson died yesterday. He's mostly being remembered in the press for his stint on Laugh-In but to me he will always be Haven Hamilton, the absurdly vain country music star from Robert Altman's Nashville whose cornpone patriotism turns out by film's end to be a little bit less showbiz-ersatz than we at first imagine. The above slideshow uses the Henry Gibson/Haven Hamilton song "200 Years" completely in earnest to make some douche-/tea-baggy faux-patriotic point, which is hilario... Read Full Story
What was my point again? Besides fishing around for scraps of sympathy and attention among whatever remaining readership we have, because TRUST ME I've already overfished my IRL friends for sympathy and attention, even going so far as to tackily put up medical trauma pics on fucking Facebook in a blatant gesture of exhibitionistic self-pity. And besides using my near death experience* as an occasion to turn Feyfriends into even more of a self-indulgent one-man "personal" blog than I already h... Read Full Story
In an effort to communicate my growing obsession with Leeds' band Wild Beasts I was going to post the video for "All the Kings Men," their most recent single. But as great as they are, neither that song nor "Hooting and Howling," the first single off their latest album Two Dancers, quite capture the astonishment of lead singer Hayden Thorpe's voice, the insanely sexy and joyful way it swings from a Freddie Mercury falsetto to a Thom Yorke scrape. His wild vocal transitions--he'll often do th... Read Full Story
I'd been planning an epic post about my lifelong love affair with cigarettes for a long time when unforeseen circumstances rendered the whole idea painfully absurd. What follows is a little taste of that blog-post-that-never-was-to-be (aw, TEARZ!), as well as a little scenesetting for tomorrow's post, wherein I will discuss those unforeseen circumstances. The idea was to begin with a brief history of my cigarette addiction--how I started smoking as a way to wean myself off the Doritos and ful... Read Full Story
Just when I thought Party Down couldn't get any awesomer they brought in Jennifer Coolidge to play Bobbie St. Brown. (Sadly, she was brought on to replace the equally awesome Jane Lynch as Constance.) Read Full Story
The paper-thin pretext that female-voiced disco songs describe female--and not pre-AIDS gay male slut--sexual experience has never been so papery, nor so thin, as with this Ian Levine produced Hi-NRG track and (GAY!) video. The YouTube comments, mainly from survivors of the promiscuous 70s and early 80s, are worth checking out. What might sound to our ears like a disposable lesser-cousin to "It's Raining Men" clearly has the capacity to overwhelm Gay 80's clubgoers with the profoundest... Read Full Story
From youtube description: "Julia Child seems to be cooking pita bread with a transgendered
woman. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it just caught me by
surprise." Read Full Story
I love this fucking song! And as soon as I get this chest tube out and my lungs cut up, sown up, and healed up I am going to DANCE TO IT. Read Full Story
That someone out there has done such a lovely job of crafting a music video for a 15 year old song, with little to no hope of finding a significant audience for it, has restored my faith today. That it happens to be one of my favorite songs of all time, and that the quality of the video surpasses--while being, as Matthew Perpetua points out, roughly consistent with--the quality of the band's own videos, only makes it more affecting.
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