No matter how old I get, I suspect I’ll always be the guy who likes to listen to tweaky shit best enjoyed by 16-year-olds. Exhibits A through C:

BTW, it would be totes awesome if you could embed from Hype Machine. But seeing as how they’re probably about 15 minutes away from being sued, I could see how they’d be a little cautious about that sort of thing.

Hipster fail whale

Maybe I’m a cliche, but Hype Machine’s “server overloaded” page made me LOL:

Dirt style marches on

The fact that this is a M.I.A. song is less interesting to me than the fact that Hype Williams directed it. Either way, enjoy:

Wu-Tang Vs The Golden Phoenix

Somewhere in the future, there is a midnight screening with my name on it:

The Thriller Diaries

Nancy Griffin writes about the making of the “Thriller” video in Vanity Fair. There weren’t even plans to promote “Thriller” as a single at first, but as time went on Jackson wanted to stay on top:

... the Thriller campaign, concocted by the album’s brain trust—Jackson; his lawyer and closest adviser, John Branca; CBS Records chief Walter Yetnikoff; and Epic head of promotion Frank DiLeo—did not include plans for a third video, and certainly not a video of the title track, which wasn’t even going to be released as a single. “Who wants a single about monsters?” says Yetnikoff, summing up how the group felt at the time about the song’s potential.

But in June of 1983 the album, after four months as No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart, was bumped from the top slot by the Flashdance soundtrack. It briefly regained the top position in July, then was toppled again, this time by Synchronicity, by the Police…. Jackson was upset. Obsessive about tracking his sales figures, he compared them constantly with those of his competitors in the top echelon, including Prince and Madonna. “He enjoyed being on top,” says Larry Stessel, Epic’s West Coast marketing executive, who worked closely with the star. “He reveled in it. He didn’t like it when it ended.” With his own album making history, Jackson yearned to shatter records held by the Fab Four. “It was all about the Beatles,” says Stessel. “He knew in his heart of hearts that he would never be bigger than the Beatles, but he had such tremendous respect for them, and he certainly wanted to come as close as he could.”

In the summer of ’83, Yetnikoff and Stessel answered calls at all hours of the night from Jackson. “Walter, the record isn’t No. 1 anymore,” Yetnikoff remembers Jackson saying. “What are we going to do about it?” “We’re going to go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow,” Yetnikoff told him. It was DiLeo who first mentioned the idea of making a third video, and pressed Jackson to consider the album’s title track. “It’s simple—all you’ve got to do is dance, sing, and make it scary,” DiLeo recalls telling Jackson.

Of course, as we know now, the result made history:

The A-list turned out for the premiere at the 500-seat historic Crest Theatre: Diana Ross, Warren Beatty, Prince, Eddie Murphy…. [Co-star] Ola Ray looked for Jackson before the lights went down and found him in the projection booth. He told her that she looked beautiful, but refused her entreaty to come sit in the audience. “This is your night,” he told her. “You go enjoy yourself.” Landis warmed up the audience with a new print of the Mickey Mouse cartoon “The Band Concert.” Then came “Thriller,” with its sound mix cranked up to top volume. Fourteen minutes later the crowd was on its feet, applauding and crying, “Encore! Encore!” Eddie Murphy shouted, “Show the goddamn thing again!” And they did.

I still can’t get over the fact that the video makes you wait almost ten whole minutes to hear the chorus. I recommend reading the whole article: It’s a great tribute to a phenomenal moment in pop culture history.

You Can Get With This, Or You Can Can Get With That

Pretty well done. If I were an old school hamster looking to buy a car this would totally work on me.

The more things change

Who Killed Bambi

I had no idea this was ever a thing, but the world is poorer for the fact that it never happened: A movie starring the Sex Pistols, directed by Russ Meyer, co-written by Roger Ebert.

For dinner, I suggested Beauchamp Place, then not as trendy as now, a street not far from Harrods’s that was chockablock with restaurants. In the black cab [Russ] Meyer informed [Johnny] Rotten: “You look like you haven’t eaten in a week.”

“That fucker [Malcolm] McLaren doesn’t pay us anything. He gives us an allowance of five quid a week. I’m living in a dosshouse.”

... Meyer opened up by informing Johnny Rotten that with his stovepipe arms he wouldn’t have survived one day in the army.

“What do I want with the fucking army?” Rotten said.

“You listen to me, you little shit. We won the Battle of Britain for you!”

I reflected that America had not been involved in the Battle of Britain, and that John Lydon (his real name) was Irish, and therefore from a non-participant nation. I kept these details to myself.

After dinner, we drove Johnny in a cab to where he lived, in an anonymous street in Notting Hill. “Fucking McLaren,” he said. “That was the first decent meal I’ve had in a month.” Meyer gave him five pounds and we waited outside a convenience store for him to buy lager and canned pork and beans. “Fucking great,” Johnny said.

Roger Ebert: McLaren & Meyer & Rotten & Vicious & me

City views

The Sandpit from Sam O'Hare on Vimeo.

FH hearts JT 4ever

Well, not quite. But Justin Timberlake and Matt Morris’ cover of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” is phenomenal: