It is finally nice enough
outside
for us to pay proper tribute
to the boy king.
What I love about this next song is how slack and casual it is.
It’s like he’s making it up as he goes but he’s in the moment so that ends up working.
And for 18 months in 77–78, the American public would buy literally anything with the word ‘Gibb’ printed on it.
Fortunately, they made good stuff.
Not sure why I made this, but it felt right and what’s done is done.
Bryan Adams is going to murder you and wear your skin as a suit while that godawful Robin Hood song plays.
Donald does Oran Juice Jones!
Sorta.
Next HDTGM!
Lorenzo Lamas! Breakdancing! Free on Youtube!
What more could one want?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA1falzcjV0
Aw shit!
august 1990:
A young Marc Sparks sees Pump Up the Volume (1990) in the theater. Connecting the dots he thinks: Radio. Arizona. Irreverence. MY TIME IS NOW! Leaving the theater, he stops at a Radio Shack and purchases a small HAM radio setup.
september 1990, the sparks family basement:
“Who’s that?”
“It’s me, your old pal Frenchy.”
“Listen, Frenchy, let me ask you something. Do you like good food?”
“Oh, but of course. Uh, the French love good food.”
“Well, then, I guess that would make you an ‘Eatie Gourmet.’”
A funny thing about movies that become more relevant over time is that its not a single curve in one direction.
Pump Up the Volume is 28 years old this year. Over the past three decades I’ve revisited it a half dozen times and depending on those times its relevance has phased up and down.
Watching it this morning its surprising how it now feels even more timely than it did in 1990.
The last time I watched this must have been like 8 years ago or so and at the time I had to work around the idea of modern high school kids gravitating to a pirate *radio* DJ in the age of social media, but now it feels a bit more like something kids might do, as a reaction to the ubiquity of social media.
And that’s just the story vehicle. Everything else happening in it is evergreen once more in the Trump era.
Anyhoo, the soundtrack was fucking bonkers and was a huge gateway in the early 90s nascent Alt culture, so here’s one of the best tracks off it: Rollins and Bad Brains gettin their Wayne Kramer on.
We were once so innocent & bourgeois we allowed Xtina Aguilera to convince us to slather ourselves in ripped denim & pork grease.
Get your oily Statham on!
You can look but cannot touch.
Sunny day breeze pop.
This one tho.
Leon Bridges needs to get together with Nile Rodgers and cut a full disco album. Like immediately.
That beat just *drives* and the spare guitar and organ glide thru to color everything like bokeh.
Good to see Leon adding on to his sound rather than resting on it too.
The new record is front to back great, but those two tracks show a promise and talent for the dance floor that I think deserves to to be explored.
And, an open letter to DJ Khaled.
And do not ever forget:
Your Body is a Wonderland of Toyotathon Savings!
Like fun-fetti. But of fuckin.
—jason malmberg
Flommist Jason Malmberg is a simple man who believes in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art sometimes. Copyright © 2018 Jason Malmberg.
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