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Jagger fires back at Richards

Mick’s reaction to Keith’s recent autobiography is surprisingly lucid and makes you stop to consider the other side of the Stones’ story.

Particularly interesting, I think, is Jagger’s brutally honest (and accurate) assessment of the Stones’ creative decline. He also does a good job of explaining why he played the bad guy, the one who tried to focus on the business side of the band.

To quote Mick:

Does Keith really sigh for the good old days on tour? Shabby theaters, shitty sound? Wound-up kids standing for hours in the hot summer sun in dreadful mid-American cities waiting for a chance to race recklessly for general-admission seats? Us enduring a day of hassle and travel to take home perhaps $3,500 each? I remember Keith asleep or not showing up until hours after the scheduled start time. Our feral fans running, fighting, throwing rocks at police. Today, the shows start promptly, there are video screens for the folks in the back, and we offer $1,000-a-seat ducats for the fat cats.

The response appears on Slate via strange circumstances. It will be interesting to see if it turns out to be a fraud, but it reads very much like what I’d expect Jagger’s response to be.

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Getting back to zombie basics

Slate’s Tim Cavanaugh comes out firmly in favor of a fundamentalist approach to zombies in his review of IFC’s Dead Set and AMC’s The Walking Dead..

I couldn’t agree more.

Cavanaugh argues that zombie films have shuffled away from some of their core values, including, most importantly, that “zombies need to chow down on raw human flesh.”

And the more gruesome the munchies, the better.

Quoting Cavanaugh:

“I realize that few will concur in my opinion that recent films such as Zombieland, Zack Snyder’s Dawn of the Dead remake, Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later, and George A. Romero’s Diary of the Dead were not bloody enough. But none of these movies featured what Romero calls “the banquet,” the scene wherein flesh-eating zombies, having won control of the battlefield, eat with relish the inner organs of the living. True zombiephiles won’t be satisfied with a few fingers or a severed lower leg. We want ribcages ripped apart, strings of intestines devoured by hungry freaks, characters we have gotten to know over the course of the movie being quartered into steaming pieces by the hunched, hungry hordes.”

Bring it.