Dust Bin Itís Not Mark Wahlberg in Leather Pants
posted by June 18 at 12:31 PMon
Itís better! Itís Pete Townsend in the tightest white pants ever!
Last night, thanks to a gnarly allergy attack and a lot of Benadryl, I was stuck on the couch drifting in and out of sleep. KBTC, was showing the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus with Marianne Faithful, John Lennon, the Who, and of course the Rolling Stones, and as you may or may not already know, itís way better than Rockstar. (Well, almost. The whole Lennon/Clapton jam session wouldíve been so awesome if it werenít for Yokoís drunk/tortured/dying bird shrieking. Iíve never really understood Yoko. Sorry, Ari.)
Besides that, though, there are just so many awesome things going on during the whole concert (especially when half sleeping and half awake and the concert becomes a part of a dream that involves being lost on a cruise ship and weird robots), which made me wonder, why doesnít shit like this happen anymore? Why doesnít someone like, I dunno, Thom Yorke or someone everyone in the music world respects on some level, throw together a bunch of amazing musicians and host a rock and roll circus of their own, where everyone gets to just rock out and jam and just fucking rule?
It kept being interrupted by the stationís pledge drive ($60 got you a CD, $90 got you the DVD, and $125 got you both), so I eventually opted to watch Borat and add the Rock and Roll Circus to my Netflix queue. Anyway. I dunno. Maybe thereís still Bendadryl in my system thatís making me loopy, but I really think someone needs to work a circus of their own. I’ll even help, I can bring the ponchos and floppy hats.
We cannot let it turn into what Woodstock 1994 was to Woodstock 1969, however. That means Red Hot Chili Peppers, youíre out. Sorry.