So check it out: The Chicago Reader asked me to interview legendary frontman David Yow (The Jesus Lizard, Scratch Acid) in one of their “Artist on Artist” segments. See, Scratch Acid is on tour. And I’m in this band.
Of course pants were removed. Do you even have to ask? Shame on you for doubting.
In related news, I’m told that I am a contributing author to the forthcoming in 2012 Akashic Books title Book aka The Jesus Lizard “coffee table” book.
Sure…coffee. Right.
Boardwalk Empire's Michael K. Williams shares home improvement tips
I watch HBO’s Boardwalk Empire. This show’s major strengths are its art direction and set design, which really are a joy. Its music direction, faithful to its Jazz Age period runs a close second, and might even have placed first, if not for one inexplicable decision.
In a stark and ugly contrast to the rest of the show’s attention to production standards, Boardwalk Empire‘s title theme music is a disaster. For some reason, a chunk of sheer hackwork in the form of throwaway bar-band blues-rock culled from the catalog of the resolutely inessential Brian Jonestown Massacre was chosen to usher viewers into each week’s episode.
This isn’t about anachronism. I’m not saying that a rock song could never work in this role. I’m saying the chosen rock song relates to the show only in one sense: Each time I hear it, I lament that Atlantic City, endowed today with van-loads of creatively vacant, Stones-tribute bar bands who suck far less than San Francisco’s Brian Jonestown Massacre, couldn’t contribute to its namesake “death and titty” cable drama when the time came to slap a shitty rock song in the theme hole.
One habit I inherited from my father is to give lyrics to annoying tunes. In that tradition, I offer to all Boardwalk fans a means to put a happier spin on this most bullshit of title themes. Take these lyrics to Boardwalk Empire in the shared hope that a saddened nation can, as one, polish away this small spot of musical tarnish from our Sunday nights.
Lyrics To The Boardwalk Empire Theme
Boy, this theme sucks
Lemme tell ya
God, this theme sucks
Like a hoover
Stupid blues riff
What the fuck, man?
Sounds like Oasis
Fuck you
(repeat 1x)
And it’s cloudy
In the 1920s
And Buscemi
Looks especially worn
Hey, it’s water
What are those, bottles?
Fly away, seagull
Shitty solo ahoy!
Baaaaaw woooo-awooooo oooo-ooo-ooooo
(Singers give tempo ruboto impression of awful guitar solo)
(rest)
Please just start the show
And end this theme
Just start the show
Already please
(repeat after rest)
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