Update on the most annoying song in a commercial ever...

I've actually been hearing this stupid song on the radio recently. And to make things even worse, this stupid band is apparently playing a show in town sometime soon, so they're playing the CRAP out of this thing. Seriously, I hear maybe 20 minutes of radio a day (10 minutes to work, 10 minutes home - more on work in a bit...) and every single time I hear at least a snippet of this freaking thing.

Why gog, why?

Contender for most annoying song in a commercial EVER

So there's this commercial for some crappy beer or whatever, and it has this douchetard wandering through this high fallutin party acting like he owns the place. I'm sure you know what ad I'm talking about. Anyway, it has this fucking song playing along with it that just sucks so many balls it defies comprehension. Then, all of a sudden, the climax of the commercial is Sir D jumping onstage with the performers of said annoying song.

I thought I hated the song enough on its own, but for some reason seeing the band actually playing it made me want to destroy villages and eat the wounded. Seriously, the song is bad enough. It's really fucking bad. And the worst part is this ad is on every channel every time I turn on the freaking tv.

The band is The Asteroids Galaxy Tour. Yeah, that's their stupid name. And they're from Sweden or Denmark or whatever. Not that that in and of itself is reason to hate them. Not at all. Some of my favorite bands of all time are from Sweden or Denmark or whatever. But for some reason hearing this band from Sweden or Denmark or wherever singing in that nasally whiney make-me-want-to-punch-golfers voice just makes it worse for some reason. I can't explain it.

The song I think is called The Golden Age. If you don't know it, go ahead and YouTube it or something. I wouldn't, but just so you have a point of reference. So bad. So very, very bad.

Just rantin'.

New phone, new number. I finally exist again!

If you want my new number, comment on this post. As you might know, my phone broke and I lost everyone's numbers, so if you're reading this and think that I've been avoiding you on purpose, not true at all. I simply no longer have your number. I remembered my parents' number and that's it. Everything else was in the phone. 'Cause I'm a tard.

No phone. Phoneless. Sans Phone. No speaky phone.

Today for the third time ever, I dropped my phone. It didn't land hard, just kind of "whenk" on its back. Picked it up. It grew an extra chromosome. Seriously, this thing is... have you ever seen a cat or dog after some dickhead owner makes it all dizzy and it runs around in a circle for 4 seconds and then falls over and has that dazed and unfocused look on its face for about an hour? That's my phone. It has brain damage.

Needless to say, I can't make or receive calls or texts for the time being. For as much as the timing couldn't suck more, it's actually a good thing. I'm switching over to "Smart Talk" and getting a phone for free, plus the plan is only 30 bones a month. It's a better plan than I have now for less than I'm paying with AT&T. But I need to talk it over with GF first and she doesn't get home for another 6 hours.

The point being, I'm getting a new phone and a new number, so don't get all pissy if I don't answer a text or I fail to call you back in the next few days. It's not personal. I just have limited funds to deal with a tarded phone at the moment.

Anyone who wants my new number should comment here and I'll get it to you. You can put personal info in your comments, I won't approve anything for public display. Not for this post anyway. Oh, and since my current phone is playing with bunnies, I don't have ANYONE'S phone numbers anymore. None. So there's another kick in the throat I didn't need right now.

Good times. Good times.

Check this dude out! You can play with him! Well, you can feed him. I've sat here watching this guy for nearly an hour, and it's the cutest gogdamn thing I've ever seen.

Seriously! Dig him!





If you want to check him out full screen, go here

Larry "Wild Man" Fischer 1944 - 2011

I just received an email telling me that Larry "Wild Man" Fischer passed away yesterday. Those of you who actually know me know that Larry was a pretty important person to me. I never met the man, but his music and his spirit changed my life.

I wrote a blog about him a few years back, and I really don't have any words right now, so I'm going to re-post that blog here for you.

'Bye Larry. Your mind was one of a kind...


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Larry is a bona-fide manic depressive paranoid schizophrenic. He was first approached by Frank Zappa in the late 60's while Larry was performing in his usual way: he would walk the streets of Hollywood singing songs for anyone for a dime. His songs were often about his family or how distanced he felt from the rest of society. Usually they were about happiness and friendship, but from the odd and disconcerting perspective of an outsider to these very things. It would be like me singing about what it's like to have a vagina. I could take a swing at it, but there is absolutely no way for me to know with any certainty that what I was saying was factual. He wanted these things so badly that even the concept of happiness made him happy. For a little while at least.

I won't get into too much detail here, but he released a handfull of albums in the 70's and 80's and then disappeared from sight. He was always either homeless or on the verge of becoming homeless, and frequesntly in and out of mental hospitals. As near as I can figure he was never really a threat to anyone, even himself.

He was always a sad character with joy in his heart. Even when his life was spiralling out of his control, he always had a song in his heart. He dreamed of becoming a huge pop star, headlining in Vegas and being "bigger than the Beatles."


His albums were never widely accepted and most who heard them thought they were a joke. He never was the greatest singer, and his rhyming schemes were questionable at best. I don't know what it is about Larry's music that touches me - I think it's the fact that he was so lost in a world that didn't understand him, and he loved everyone in his weird way. But his music absolutley moves me.



My life has not been the same since I first heard him back in the early 80's (I can still very clearly remember a friend going through my record collection in 1984 looking for Metallica, Mercyfull Fate and Dead Kennedys, and coming across "An Evening With Wild Man Fischer" (pictured above) and asking me to put it on - he DID NOT GET IT!!). I think I immediately understood him. He didn't have the social skills to interact with most people, but he had a love of music that he simply had to share, and that is a beautiful thing.



Recently there was a documentary made about him entitled "Derailroaded", and while I have yet to see it I must applaud those that took the time and effort to do it. I just hope they didn't do a "look at the freak" piece. That would be devastating. It is currently awaiting a domestic DVD release.



He is still alive, but from what I understand he has been in virtual seclusion for the past 2 decades, only occasionally venturing out into the real world. The documentary promises new interviews with him, and I for one can't wait to see how he's doing.

Sadly, I believe that everything he has recorded is currently out of print, but I have all of it, so if you're intrigued by what you hear or what I've tried to convey here, let me know and I'll do what I can to get more of his amazing spirit to you. I used to go down to Tower records and buy multiple copies of his records and just give them to friends, so I don't see why I should stop now for those who wish to be included.



Okay, that was WAY freaking longer than I had intended it to be.


In 2004, Larry was invited to be a guest on the Jimmy Kimmel show (wish I'd heard about it!) and his collaborators in the 80's, Barnes and Barnes - remember the song "Fish Heads"? - went backstage to wish him luck. Yes, that's Billy Mumy from Lost in Space on the right.


"How Noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous hearts." -Kahil Gibran



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Friends...

We're very saddened to report that rock and roll lost another legend yesterday. Larry 'Wild Man' Fischer passed away yesterday morning at UCLA hospital from heart related complications. Larry lived a tough, hard 66 years of life.

Even though Larry never did reach the pinnacle of fame and fortune he so yearned for, he was successful in inspiring and influencing people from all over the world with his unique brand of music and expression.

Thank you Larry for your friendship, generosity and your music. You were a one-of-a-kind talent with a 'one-of-a-kind mind.' There will NEVER be another one like you. We miss you already.

-Josh and Jeremy
(The Ubin Twinz)

The Fischer family is requesting that if you wish to honor Larry's memory please make a donation to the National Alliance on Mental Illness: http://www.nami.org/

"Like Frank Zappa said, I've traveled the world... and there is only one Wild Man Fischer"- Larry
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The brief update...

No, this isn't an update on my underwear. That would be inappropriate. Oh wait, I'm all kinds of inappropriate. Maybe this is an update on my underwear. Who knows? You'll just have to read on and find out for yourself. Sucker...

So anyway, job hunting, as I'm sure you all know, sucks more than spending 20 minutes on the can only to reach over and discover you ran out of toilet paper last time. But I went on a good interview today, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I know that by writing this here it probably means I've jinxed it, but whatever. It went well, I'm feeling good about it, and I wanted to share. Sue me. We'll see, but it seemed like it went well.

I made curry again for dinner last night, and I'll be dipped in tapioca pudding if I'm not COMPLETELY looking forward to the leftovers later tonight. MmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I love curry. Not the disgusting Indian kind, the awesome Japanese-y kind.

Been rediscovering my love for crust-punk recently. For those who don't know, it's like punk rock, but way more aggressive and pissed off. Kind of like what used to be called "hardcore" but way less refined. It started in england by a bunch of pissed off squatter-punks who loved Motorhead, and now it's a worldwide thing that rules. Being a sexist pig, I am particularly fond of the crust bands with female singers. Don't really know why, but I love the fact that they're just doing it, you know? Plus, with it being crust anyway, they're never going to get rich and famous doing it, so it's all for the love of doing it. I love punk rock.

There, see? No underwear. You're welcome.