February 9, 2010

dead rock star lawyer/assasin

It has occurred to me that dead rock stars need legal representation.  Specifically, they need me.  Why me?  Because I am America’s top rock musicologist, so my intent is pure.  The way things work now, the rights usually go to a widow.  This is a bad idea, because the widows want money.  The widows need money… so they whore out their dead spouses.  Think Yoko, she has turned everything John Lennon ever did into a commercial endeavor.  That isn’t art.  That is greed.  Yoko sucks my ass.  Wanna know why?  She had the chance to buy the rights to the Beatles catalogue years ago.  It was 40 million.  Paul McCartney approached her and offered to split it for 20 million each.  Yoko said no.  That was when Michael Jackson bought the Beatles, and started selling their songs for commercials.  Oh, and by the way, Yoko; that catalogue is now worth somewhere around 500 million.  Jackson already sold off 25% of it a few years later for 100 million.  So, he more than quadrupled his initial investment… and still owns 75%.

His estate still owns the Beatles rights, and his estate is in debt to everyone on Earth.  So, expect the Beatles catalogue to get whored out for everything to pay off Michael’s freaky debts.

Another example is Courtney Love.  Good rock star, but horrible estate executor.  Just horrible.   Specifically, here is what she did.  She found his diaries, and sold them.  Didn’t just sell them, she sold them to some hack magazine… like People.  I can prove, without question, this was deeply against Kurt’s will, and ethos.  When Kurt finally agreed to appear on the cover of Rolling Stone, he made is thoughts quite clear.  He was wearing a shirt that read ‘Corporate Magazines Still Suck’.  That is that picture above.  His message was clear.  All his messages were clear.  His songs, his movement, was about alienation from pop culture.  He felt disconnected and and disenchanted with everything.  It is why he was a good rock star, and it is also why he killed himself.  Really, his diaries being published for all to read is sickening enough.  Selling them to a weekly corporate magazine is just evil.

I would not have allowed this has his dead rock star lawyer.  Oh no.  I would have shot Courtney for her own good.  Who else would I kill as a professional rock star lawyer?  No one, we don’t do that.  Just kidding, I would kill Axl Rose in a heartbeat.  I would have done it 20 years ago.  It is for his own good.  Axl Rose ruined one of the greatest bands in the history of the world, and I will NEVER forgive him for that.  Why didn’t Axl die in a plane crash after Lies was recorded (but before it was released?).   Then, we could spend the rest of our days talking about how great they would have been.  Nope.  He fired every single member of the band (including ALL the songwriters).  Then, took 16 years to release a new album.  Also, it sucks.  Also, he refused to tour or do press.  Oh, and of course he stole the bands name and held it hostage.

Appetite for Destruction is the best rock album ever made.  Read that again, as I realize it is a strong statement.  Well, if I was Axl’s dead rock star lawyer, I would have killed him.  Then, I would have broken up the band for good.  Then, I would have released the sessions for ‘Use your Illusion’ as one decent CD.  I can prove it.  When do all rock stars die?  27.  Axl turned 27 in 1989, two years after ‘Appetite for Destruction’ was released.  Would have been about perfect.  Then, he could have been a 27 rock martyr (like Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Shannon Hoon, Brad Nowell, Kurt Cobain).  Guess who else turns 27 this year?  Amy Winehouse.  Aren’t we about done with her?

Who else?  Did you know that the Doors made two more records after Morrison died?  Yeah, big mistake.  I mean, I know he was a suicidal douche and all… but still.

Now, not all decisions made a poor.  Generally, I am pretty pleased with how the Grateful Dead have handled things since Jerry died.

So, really, I guess I am the dead rock star lawyer and part time assassin for their own good.  Oh, and I would have offed that Jason Mraz punk about 30 cutesy songs ago.

February 5, 2010

Friday Fives

1.   If you had a jar of peanut butter, what would you do with it?

Well, I don’t care for peanut butter.  However, my wife is a huge fan.  So, were it to be all natural, I would gift it to her.

2.  If you were to be cremated, where would you want your ashes to go and why?

Over the beaches of Mexico.  If you  knew me, you would have known that by now.  Oh, and please involve an acoustic guitar in the process.  These are my joys, and how I care to be remembered.

3.  If you could invent a flavor of jelly beans, what would it be?

Boston cream pie:  chocolate covered with custard yumminess on the inside

4.   What would your perfect paradise be like?

on the beach in Mexico, playing guitar at the campfire listening to the ocean and having beers and everyone singing along.  I have done this a few times, and it really is as cool as it sounds.  This is my happy place.

5.   If you could fly, where would you go?

Well, I can fly.., and I am going to Italy with the wifey next month.  For no good reason.  However, I promise to write y’all directly from Rome when I get there.  Also, I am kinda expecting an audience with the Pope.  I am a reverend, you know.

January 29, 2010

Friday Fives

1.  what is late? anything you are working on that you are behind on?

annuals.  been sick all week, way behind on work

2.  how do you handle stress?

I am not a stressed person.  Driving is good, though.  Also, if stuck at work, walking around the building a couple of times always works.

3.  any chaos in your life that you just ignore?

Not really.  We live a low drama life, and do not hang out with high drama folk

4.  which do you prefer – a basket of puppies or a basket of kittens?

Puppies are good, so are kittens.  I would have to say puppies.  Why, do you have some?

5.    how much do you want spring and sunnier days to come your way?

Much.  I have a cold, the heat cranked up to 72, and am under a blanket.  I miss the sun.