Prolly’d? Who cares… these kids are geeky as hell but man do they ever fuckin’ rip on this cover. Fuck any and every middle-school to high school band I ever knew or was part of would have given a left nit each to be able to cover “Cowboys From Hell” this fucking well.
They must have really read up on those old Riffer Madness columns Dimebag used to write from Guitar World Magazine. I bet Darrell is givin’ these kids a big old thumbs up and bong hit from the great beyond.
Prolly just sent this video clip over to me, and asked “Prolly’d?” to which I replied “No.” Apparently some dude in Austin, TX (his name is Polaris Banks if any of you feel compelled to google him) put together this short that I think he is trying to get optioned into a feature length film.
Honestly, I haven’t taken the time to really investigate this video and get the full scoop, but it’s DEFINITELY worth the almost three minutes of your time. The actor behind the mask is no Elias Koteas, but it’s still satisfying to watch him bust open some guy’s face with a hockey stick.
I’m sure I’m late on this guy, but with all the Juggalo obsession that goes on over here on the Bloglin, I figured someone might appreciate this. Borgore’s a new “hot” producer in the Dubstep scene. His forthcoming EP entitled Borgore “Ruined Dubstep” is due out by the end of the month. With tracks like Nympho, it’s easy to see how his shock value is gaining him attention.
Kinda like what ICP did to Wigger rock right? Maybe? Prolly not.
Former Bulls All-Star Scottie Pippen just issued a press release regarding an upcoming straight to video release titled Mascots vs. Midgets, which due to to the absurdity surrounding it, is now beginning to circulate the internet.
Apparently Pippen agreed to appear in a cameo role for the movie formerly known as A Tribute to Big Red. What he didn’t know is that the director had ulterior motives and set Pippen up for what appears to be a full-on little people beatdown. The scene in the above clip wasn’t scripted and after it was shot, the director explained to Pippen that he’d been “punk’d.”
If this wasn’t strange enough, Gary Coleman is pissed about the movie containing “inadvertent” nude scenes of him. Poor Gary. The only thing missing from this are a few juggalos with some facepaint and Faygo.
Even though most of these albums were reviewed here on the Bloglin, I wanted to take the time to post my own top 10 album lists of 2009. Check ‘em out if you’ve got a second!
I just posted to my blog the Top 10 Fixed Gear Freestyle Photos of 2009. Many of the riders you’ve seen on the Bloglin before and many are considered “new jacks” to the FGFS scene. To the cyclists who read the Bloglin, regardless to what kinds of bikes you ride, surely you can appreciate the magnitude in some of these pictures. If anything, it serves as a way to mark and document the progressing sport of fixed gear freestyle.
Some of the shots are impressive, regardless of the bike! Like Tom’s epic nose-manual bail captured by John Hargraft a few weeks ago. It was really difficult to weed through the 1000′s of photos I’ve posted and come across on the internet. A lot were overlooked by accident and others were omitted for one reason or the other. I wanted to stress the word “photograph” moreso than “trick”.
Back on August 27th this year, the Revival crew was in town filming Torey, Wonka, Jeremiah and me. The guys rolled through Peel Sessions and hung out with the regulars. I figured it’d be a big turnout so we made a ghetto wedge out of some pallets and plywood. Everyone was hitting it and a bunch of BMXrs came out to ride, blasting 360s and 180s off it.
One of those dudes, Scott Marceau was there shooting with a Flip Cam. He caught a few good beefs and some other general goodness. I compiled a short little edit of some of the clips. It’s nothing too serious, but the falls are too good to not post. The Revival bonus disk will have some extra footage as well, so be on the look out when the DVD drops.
No secret: I’m a space geek. So when I saw this video, ‘A Glorious Dawn ft. Stephen Hawking (Cosmos Remixed)’ I actually sort of welled up and almost shed a tear.
Space is beautifully complex. Thinking about space makes me feel like less than nobody. Less than inconsequential. Less than anything ever forever and never. By proxy, my problems, worries, fears, and doubts become nothing with me. Which is comforting.
Ideas like ‘…not a sunrise, but a galaxy-rise; A morning filled with 400 billion suns…’ and ‘The simplest thought, like the concept of the number one is an elaborate logical underpinning…’ are so pure and deep that, well, it hurts (in the good way) to really—REALLY—think about them.
What can touch you when you spend your days thinking about shit like that? Sagan must have been carved out of wood. Parking ticket? That’s all good…I was busy thinking about how to calculate the amount of starfuel there might be in the universe. Keep the change.
I don’t know. When life gets me down, I think about space. And little snippets like this one absolutely remind me that I’m not alone. We’re all alone. Together. Forever. And never.
Kudos to John Boswell for resisting the urge to make fun of the ’70s and creating a truly accessible, and hopefully wide-reaching glimpse into such awe-inspiring intellects. Space is the fucking place.
