July 22, 2008
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...you can't sink the titanic...
the willow house was a fucked up little house we used to call home while we were at tyler school of art together. the house was condemned by the city. now we're all scattered all over the place, far from willow ave. i thought this might be a good way for us to keep in touch and share music and whatever projects we're working on. maybe also give each other a kick in the pants to make art or whatever.
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4 comments:
what a bunch of freaks. i love it. richard dawson is my all time favorite gameshow host, have to say. especially when he's oozing either palpable contempt at the whole show and all the contestants present, or when he's being a blatant filthy lech. by the way, did you know that he ended up marrying a contestant on family feud and having a kid with her? i feel like maybe there's a similar kind of appeal to celebrity game shows as there is for illegal musical pros and session men. they both occupy this sort of career purgatory that people end up in often through bad luck and industry shittiness rather than a lack of something to contribute. if someone can laugh it off and still be entertaining or at least make their bitterness funny, chances are they'd be worth buying a drink for.
by the way, how often do you think the whole panel and host on this show are all roaring drunk?
yeah, career purgatory is often the best place. there's something inspiring about a niche in the pop culture sphere that finds a place for charles nelson reilly.
and it provides inspriration:
The Dead Milkmen "Serrated Edge"
Up on the hilltop where the vultures perch,
That's where I'm gonna build my church,
Ain't gonna be no priest, ain't gonna be no boss;
Just Charles Nelson Reilly nailed to a cross.
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief,
People shake their heads in disbelief.
GO!
Just me on a hilltop with 15 girls,
In a Nelson Reilly orgy that'll make your hair curl.
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief,
People shake their heads in disbelief.
Yeah, Charles Nelson Reilly, he's our man,
He can't heal the sick with the touch of his hand,
He can't walk on water, can't make wine flow;
Just another greedy actor on the late late show!
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief,
People shake their heads in disbelief.
GO!
Just me on a hilltop with 15 girls,
In a Nelson Reilly orgy that'll make your hair curl.
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief,
People shake their heads in disbelief.
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