Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Author: Thoughts On The Dead (Page 48 of 1031)

A Partial Transcript Of The Supreme Court’s Questions, 5/12/20

“All right, everyone ready? Is everyone on the Zoom? Hello, Justice Kagan.”

“Hello, Chief Justice Roberts.”

“Hello, Justice Gorsuch.”

“Hi, Chief Justice.”

“Justice Ginsburg, are you with us?”

“I think so! My granddaughter Louie set up the Zoom on my machine. We call her Louie, because her dumbass parents named her Llewelyn. What kind of name is that for a Jew, I ask you? Llewelyn Ginsburg! Who ever heard of such a thing? Wait, I’m getting an e-mail from the IRS that says I should click on–”

“Don’t click on it!”

SUPREME COURT JUSTICE FALLING FOR THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK NOISE

“Can we have an IT guy help Justice Ginsburg out, please? Okay, let’s just get started and she’ll catch up. Everybody else ready? I see Justices Alito and Sotomayor are here. Excuse me. Sir? The gentleman in the upper-right corner of my screen. The one in the green tie. Who are you?”

“I am Supreme Court Justice Stephen Breyer.”

“Oh! That’s what you look like! I forget about you most of the time, to be honest.”

“I’m here.”

“Good for you. Justice Thomas, are you ready to begin?”

“Justice Thomas?”

CHIEF JUSTICE PEERING INTENTLY AT A ZOOM CALL NOISE

“Okay, we need another IT guy. I’m pretty sure Justice Thomas has pointed his camera at a picture of himself. Wow. Even for him, that’s lazy. I’m almost impressed. And, last but not least: How are you, Justice Kavanaugh?”

“Call me Brett!”

“Not while we’re wearing the robes, man.”

“Whatchoo wearing under yours, bro? I got a hung jury happening over here.”

“What is in that mug, Justice Kavanaugh?”

“A morning beverage.”

“Is it coffee?”

“It’s coffee-flavored. Dude, lemme plug my OnlyFans account.”

“Inappropriate.”

“I flash grundle.”

“Don’t make me mute you this early. Ladies and gentlemen of the Supreme Court, we are here today to continue hearing arguments over whether Congress has the authority to force a sitting President to hand over financial documents. Speaking on behalf of the President is Jay Sekulow. Hello, Mr. Sekulow.”

“Did I hear you say ‘Case dismissed?'”

“No.”

“What about now?”

BING!

“Did you just Venmo me a hundred bucks?”

Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Knock that off. Mr. Sekulow, can you summarize the President’s argument for us?”

“Yes, Chief Justice. I’d be happy to. When I say SUBPOENA, you say NO WAY! SUBPOENA!”

“SUBPOENA!”

“Mr. Sekulow, are you attempting to initiate some sort of call-and-response dialogue?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We will not have that here.”

“Chief Justice Roberts, well over half my case is based in call-and-response chanting.”

“Not my problem. State your argument.”

“Congress can’t have the President’s tax returns.”

“Because…”

“The Constitution?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“The Constitution.”

“No.”

“Then I was asking.”

“Answer’s still no. Mr. Sekulow, is the President above the law?”

“Yes, but just a little.”

“What now?”

“Well, the President gets whole different law than poor people. He’s way above that kind of law, but so is everyone on this Zoom call. Therefore, aren’t we all complicit in the same hypocrisy? And, if so, shouldn’t that force a mistrial?”

“There are no mistrials at the Supreme Court, Mr. Sekulow.”

“Maybe Congress should look into that, huh?”

“I’m back! It’s me, RBG! That’s what the kids call me, it’s adorable. My granddaughter Louie fixed my Zoom. She is like a whip. Smart like you wouldn’t believe. Not like her father, who I still partially support in a financial sense. Never panned out, that one. The second biggest disappointment in my life, after having to work with Justice Kavanaugh. Johnny, I’m taking the wheel. Ginsburg’s asking the questions now, and we’re gonna get to the Ruth, the whole Ruth, and nothing but the Ruth. You see what I did there?”

“Well done, Justice Ginsburg.”

“I can’t take the credit. That was my Louie. See what I mean about smart? Mr. Sekulow, I have many questions.”

“I may or may not have a corresponding number of answers.”

“Mr. Sekulow, is the President claiming Executive Privilege?”

“Yes.”

“But his tax returns are personal information, not government business. Executive Privilege does not apply here.”

“Yeah, but we’re gonna claim it anyway. Can’t hurt, right? Oh, and we’re also saying that the returns fall under HIPAA rules and therefore cannot be compelled.”

“What does HIPAA have to do with anything?”

“There’s most likely some medical stuff in there.”

“Completely irrelevant, sir.”

“I object.”

“We don’t do that here. Not a thing.”

“I once more call for a mistrial.”

“You know this isn’t a court from Law & Order, right? The Supreme Court has different rules. Have you not been preparing for your appearance, Mr. Sekulow?”

“Why don’t you ask Israel that, Justice Ginsburg?”

“Excuse me?”

INCOMING TWEET NOISE

“Mr. Sekulow?”

“Yes, Chief Justice Roberts?”

“Are you aware that President Trump just tweeted out NASTY JEWESS?”

“I am now, sir. Thank you for telling me. Obviously, I think that’s a very strong tweet.”

“Would you care to characterize it in any other way?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna call it ‘strong.'”

“Wonderful. Mr. Sekulow, leaving aside the abhorrent content of the tweet, do you think it’s appropriate for the President to be real-time commenting on Court proceedings?”

“I think it’s strong.”

“You found a word and you’re sticking with it, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Sekulow, are there any further arguments from the President?”

“Yes. He is so busy running the country and trying to keep Nancy Pelosi from Chinese-murdering all the unborn babies that this subpoena would be an onerous abuse of his time.”

“Busy?”

“Yes.”

“He’s watching teevee and tweeting out racial epithets.”

“Right! He’s busy!”

“We’re gonna take a recess. Someone wake up Kavanaugh.”

Quarantine Schedule

8:00 – 10:00 AM

  • Argue with my blankets about whether or not I’m awake.
  • Lose argument.

10:00 AM – 1:00 PM

  • Boof some coffee.
  • Rip some tubes.
  • Crank one or two out.
  • Yell at Twitter.
  • Try not to throw on Tom Waits, cuz one day soon I’m gonna start the day with Tom Waits, and when you start the day with Tom Waits, it’s all fucking over.

1:00 – 2:00 PM

  • Pacin’ time!

2:00 – 5:00 PM

  • So sleepy,

5:00 – 8:00 PM

  • I wait for the night.
  • Crouched in a corner like a ninja, I wait for the night.
  • IS THAT IT?
  • No, just some cloud cover.
  • Just settle down, TotD.
  • The night will arrive.
  • And when it does, you will boof it.
  • That’s right, dipshits.
  • I boof the night.
  • Sometimes I get on my hands and knees and reach on back, and other times I go baby-style with my chubby legs in the air.
  • But I’m a rockyrolling man, and I boof the night every night.

Do I have to put a stop to this?

Did it get weird?

And unpleasant. It wasn’t weird in a nice way. Y’know how you’ll stumble on an art installation in the middle of nowhere and be all like, “Huh, that’s strange. But I enjoy it!” Well, this wasn’t that. 

I miss museums.

You never went to museums.

I could have!

Sure, sport.

8:00 – Midnight

  • Maybe write?
  • Maybe movies?
  • Maybe crank another one out?
  • Maybe combine all three and write about Crank starring Jason Statham, while interfering with myself.
  • Who knows the future?

Midnight – 3:00 AM

  • Switch to my racist Twitter handle–@notafanofethnics–and tweet out some truly heinous shit.
  • Add some yeast to my starter batch of PCP.
  • Get the PCP all over my hands.
  • Freak out superhard.
  • Hey, I got neighbors!
  • BOOF MY NEIGHBORS..

You’re done. Stop this. You cannot be trusted with language.

I’ve weaponized the alphabet.

You’re a creature. You’re just a creature.

Bloods To Be Covered In, A Ranking

  1. Your own. If you’re gonna be covered in blood, then this is the gold standard.
  2. Someone else’s, but you know who it is and what happened. Not great, but could be worse.
  3. Complete stranger’s blood, but you are aware of the circumstances in which the blood got upon you. Almost the worst possible “covered in blood” situation.
  4. You wake up covered in a stranger’s blood and there is no explanation for its presence. WORST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS. Avoid if possible.

Real-Time Thoughts On The Doors After Having Eaten Far Too Many Shmedibles

  • I blame the great Jesse Jarnow for this.
  • And the shmedibles.
  • Let’s not overlook their part in all of this
  • Hey, Uncle Bobo!

  • He, like the rest of San Francisco, hated The Doors.
  • He went out of his way in his book to talk about what an unprofessional dick Jim Morrison was.
  • Val Kilmer has removed his shirt.
  • Credits aren’t even over.
  • He’s walking around Venice, and it’s deeply sixtified, and he’s rather hairy, and now he’s stalking Meg Ryan.
  • Val Kilmer climbs a tree to meet Meg Ryan in the movie, but I think he broke into her apartment in real life.
  • However much of an unprofessional dick you think Jim Morrison was, you’re undershooting it.
  • Imagine the worst colleague you’ve ever had, and then imagine him also whipping it out and pissing whenever  he wanted.
  • Jim used to do that a lot.
  • Had to piss?
  • He pissed.
  • Oh, wait, I was wrong.
  • He does break into Meg Ryan’s apartment.
  • She’s pretty cool with it.
  • You gotta look like Val Kilmer to get away with that kind of shit.
  • Paul Giamatti tries that, the cops get called.
  • No offense to Paul Giamatti.
  • The man’s like salt: he makes everything better.
  • But it’s so much easier to be exceptionally handsome.
  • Both Val Kilmer and Jim Morrison were, for a time, so handsome that the world allowed them to behave however they chose.
  • Both chose to be assholes.
  • Okay, hold on.
  • I’m gonna grill me my last cheese.
  • Damn, that cheese was well-grilled.
  • Good on me.
  • Lotta folks wanna go upmarket with their cheese choice.
  • Artisanal bread.
  • Those folks’ll hang from the lampposts when the Revolution comes, I’ll see to it myself.
  • Wonder Bread-like product, two slices.
  • Kraft Akin-To-Cheese Consumables, two slices
  • Whatever butter was on sale, a shitload.
  • Low heat.
  • For best results, make two sandwiches so that one can be cut vertically and the other diagonally; anyone who cuts their grilled cheese horizontally is a fucking cop.
  • What was I doing?
  • The bit where you watch the movie and spew nonsense for too many words.
  • The Enthusiasts love that bit.
  • They actively protest against it.
  • Fuck ’em.
  • Sure.
  • Now they have The Doors.
  • One of whom is Johnny Drama.

  • Vince could’ve played Jim Morrison.
  • Or at least spent an entire season making up his mind about playing Jim Morrison.
  • Entourage didn’t have a lot of arrows in its quiver.
  • Remember how Green Arrow had a boomerang arrow, and a net arrow, and a boxing glove arrow?
  • Entourage just had the “Vince maybe doesn’t do a movie, but then he does the movie” arrow.
  • An evil industry sharpie!
  • Look how mean this dude is!
  • Oliver Stone’s Val Kilmer’s The Doors is not a subtle movie.
  • These are not subtle wigs.
  • These are major motion picture wigs, man.
  • The Doors and their wigs are now on peyote in the desert and there is an unbelievable amount of actoring going on.
  • They’re improvising in character as hard as they can.
  • Until Jim walks into the desert like Jesus.
  • Oliver Stone is leaning hard into the Morrison-as-Christ angle.
  • Which is not right.
  • Jesus was a pro.
  • Showed up on time, and sober.
  • An entire bookshelf can be assembled from Rock Books from various managers, press folk, and musicians containing at least one chapter about “babysitting Jim.”
  • Can’t compare ’em, except aesthetically
  • See, in 1967, a guy named Joel Brodsky took a photo of young Jim Morrison which can only be described as “Jesus who fucks.”

  • And so visually-oriented learners have been getting Jim and Jesus confused since then.
  • Oh, wow, look at all these extras.
  • Or is this stock footage?
  • Did they stage a hippie fest?
  • The budget for this was almost $80 million, so maybe they staged a hippie fest.
  • Hey, it’s Will Jordan as Ed Sullivan!
  • Younger Enthusiasts, comedians used to get famous based on one impression: Ed Sullivan.
  • Only blind communists didn’t watch Ed Sullivan.
  • Ed was a grotesque, lurching creature who spoke like he’d been taught English via beating; he hosted a variety show for decades that all the big stars went on.
  • The Beatles did Ed Sullivan, and so did The Stones.
  • The Doors rebelled, man.
  • Ed Sullivan can’t censor my words.
  • Maaaaaaaaaan.
  • We are now in the Second Act.
  • I can tell a Second Act when I see one.
  • Cameras all wobbly, and the mood’s all dark, and Val Kilmer keeps throwing back drinks.
  • That’s Second Act behavior.
  • Why the fuck is Heroin playing?
  • No one is doing Heroin.
  • Val Kilmer is in a bar, and there is a ghost shaman.
  • But Heroin from the Velvet Underground is playing.
  • Who–by the way–fucking HATED The Doors and enjoyed mentioning the fact to journalists.
  • Crispin Glover’s wig is now pretending to be Andy Warhol and HOLY SHIT NICO OUT OF NOWHERE.
  • I am assuming that the tall, belligerent blonde with the German accent who immediately started tongue-kissing Val Kilmer is Nico.
  • OH NO!
  • Meg Ryan caught Val Kilmer getting a beej from Nico!
  • And–and I swear to you that I am telling the truth–there still has not been any use of heroin since the musical cue of Heroin.
  • What the fuck, man?
  • Heroin is literally the only tune on the soundtrack not by The Doors.

  • That’s a big choice.
  • Sure, Nico’s on it, but she did other numbers that weren’t quite so much about only one thing.
  • You could interpret All Tomorrow’s Parties a bunch of ways, but Heroin is about heroin.
  • The heroin is not metaphorical.
  • Or incidental.
  • The whole chorus is a guy saying “heroin” real slow.
  • BUT THERE WAS NO FUCKING HEROIN.
  • I’m sorry I yelled.
  • Jesus, I wasted twenty minutes on that.
  • Val Kilmer and Meg Ryan are now beating each other up in a hotel room.
  • It’s not his fault.
  • He’s an artist.
  • And, sometimes, artists need to beat up Meg Ryan in a hotel room.
  • As part of their process.
  • Hey, Uncle Bobo!

  • The show is overdue, but Val Kilmer is being betrayed by an evil woman.
  • She is perfidious and cruel.
  • Because of this, Val Kilmer gets maced by a cop.
  • Good God, imagine getting maced by a cop on some strong acid.
  • Like, strong acid.
  • I would just check myself into the mental hospital right after that, and stay there until I died.
  • Just sit quietly and try not to scream.
  • I know the name of Ray Manzarek.
  • It is not Matthew Modine.
  • 60-70% of my brain thinks that Matthew Modine is playing Ray Manzarek, but that’s the uneducated sectors.
  • It’s Dermot Mulroney.
  • Harvey Clams.
  • I’m not looking it up.
  • I’m gonna sit here and remember this motherfucker’s name.
  • He was in Dune.
  • And Twin Peaks.
  • Not Griffin Dunne.
  • FUCK.
  • Jeffrey Dean Anderson.
  • Gary Ice Cream.
  • JESUS CHRIST, WHY CAN’T I DO THIS?
  • NOT Matthew Modine.
  • NOT Matthew Modine.
  • KYLE MACLACHLAN
  • I got you, you bastard!
  • Oh, Meg Ryan, you can do better than Val Kilmer.
  • Get yourself a Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan.
  • Tom Hanks will not break your heart, Meg Ryan.
  • Or piss all over the bar.
  • How about a Jake Gyllenhall, Meg Ryan?
  • You might find out one day that Jake Gyllenhall is secretly a serial killer, or maybe an interdimensional spider-king, but he won’t cheat on you or embarrass you at parties.
  • Oh, wait, there’s a band.
  • Remember The Doors?
  • The movie’s called The Doors.
  • Remember how Heroin was about heroin?
  • The Doors is not about The Doors.
  • Like, they just showed up for the first time in a half-hour so they could get mad at Val Kilmer.
  • “You’re selfish, man.”
  • And now back to The Val Kilmer Show.
  • HEROIN!
  • MEG RYAN’S DOING HEROIN!
  • FUCKING FINALLY!
  • Last scene, Val Kilmer handed Meg Ryan a knife and demanded “Gimme some death” and now he has locked her in a closet and set the door on fire.
  • Such a drama queen.
  • Plus he’s hanging out with Michael Madsen.
  • Nothing good can come from that.
  • Film has a language of its own, and in that language “being bros with Madsen” means you’re not getting a happy ending.
  • Jesus, more Navajo.
  • There’s nothing more spiritual to a White Boomer Dude than a Navajo.
  • And Oliver Stone was the Lizard King of the WBD’s.
  • I wish Jim Morrison had lived.
  • He would’ve been the Rock version of Brando.
  • Setting studios on fire and tackling stewardesses.
  • But Jim Morrison did not live.
  • He went to Paris and grew a beard and died.
  • Val Kilmer has just learned that other Doors have sold Light My Fire to Buick.
  • He is enraged.
  • Younger Enthusiasts, there used to be this concept called “selling out;” you see, an artist would…ah, forget it.
  • Suffice it to say that Val Kilmer is pure and clean in a very dirty world
  • “Jim Morrison was a bit of a warrior-poet,” Val certainly said during press appearances advertising this film.
  • Peace Frog fucks.
  • I’ll give Peace Frog its due.
  • Listen to this shit fuck:

  • Did you hear that shit?
  • It fucked.
  • Oh, Johnny Drama just yelled “We took drugs to expand our minds, not to escape!” at Val Kilmer.
  • And Val Kilmer said, “Are you playing the drummer or the guitarist? I know Matthew Modine is the piano player.”
  • There is now a neard on Val Kilmer’s face.
  • It’s not a beard.
  • But it’s close.
  • It’s a neard.
  • You can still see the price tag.
  • It’s right by his ear.
  • Few bands had a less dignified afterlife than The Doors: decades of ghouling out Jim, interspersed with the occasional (doomed) attempt to find a new singer.
  • Iggy Pop was gonna do it, but then he pulled some Iggy Pop bullshit.
  • Ian Astbury from The Cult had the gig for a few years; they played the sheds in the summers.
  • But it’s mostly a lot of interviews where Ray talks about how brilliant Jim was.
  • Ray put his kids through college on those stories.
  • Anyway, Val Kilmer’s starting a riot in Miami.
  • You know the scene.
  • Got busted for public indecency for (allegedly) whipping it out.
  • Because he was a vulgar buffoon, and had nothing to say, he whipped it out.
  • (Allegedly.)
  • Oh, for fuck’s sake, it’s William Kunstler.
  • As if Jim Morrison’s cock was a Civil Rights matter.
  • Now he’s making a witch get an abortion.
  • Which seems like a tactical error.
  • You shouldn’t insult a witch like that.
  • You may as well slap a gypsy woman.
  • Why is MLK in The Doors?
  • He did not say in his famous “I have a Dream” speech I dream that one day, if a Rock Star is sufficiently fuckable, he be allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants at any time.
  • I doubt The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther the King owned any Doors albums at all.
  • If he did, it would have been Waiting For The Sun.
  • We can agree on that, at least.
  • In these trying times of political polarization, all people of good faith can come together and agree that MLK would have dug Waiting.
  • I can’t describe what Val Kilmer is now wearing on his head.
  • I know that a writer’s job is to describe shit.
  • But I can’t.
  • Words fail me, and I have failed you.
  • Imagine an angry dog ripped apart a carnival-grade teddy bear, and then that was glued to a Movie Star’s face and skull.
  • Hey, Magical Navajo Chief again!
  • He shows up now and then.
  • Doesn’t do anything.
  • Val Kilmer see him, and the interaction is meaningful.
  • Is he dead?
  • Oh, thank God.
  • Probably pooped that tub he died in.
  • Cheerful way to end this.
  • Corona delenda est.

Down On The Farm

“Ass! Good to see you, but stay the fuck back.”

Glad to see you’re taking the rules seriously.

“Oh, sure. The protest is masks-only.”

The what now?

“I’m leading a group of patriots and rights enthusiasts called Reopen Kauai.”

Of course you are.

“We’re taking the mall tomorrow. We were gonna take a government building, but everyone wants Sbarro’s. And who can blame us? They do that thing where there’s a crust on top of the slice, too. That’s amazing. Everyone else was fistfucking cheese into the crust, right? Not Sbarro’s. They went the other way. They went double crust. I’m an American, and I don’t need permission to go to Sbarro’s.”

What the hell is wrong with you?

“I’m bored, Ass.”

There it is.

“I don’t wanna lead these dopey protests. I mean, I do want some fuckin’ Sbarro’s. But they’re doing delivery. The restrictions aren’t so bad.”

But?

“There’s zero opportunities for random skank. And I won’t live like that.”

So you organized a right-wing temper tantrum just to rub up against unbalanced, armed women?

“I take issue with your statement at several junctures.”

Sure.

“It’s only mostly right-wing. Lotta folks involved are just plain nuts. Now, you’d think that the skank pool would be mostly drawn from the crazies, but you’d be wrong. Skank on either side of the aisle, Ass. Old-fashioned bipartisanship.”

Are you all right?

“Soaked my mask in ether.”

Sounds right. Billy, call off this protest. No good can come from it.

“Gotta do it, Ass. Gotta protect the, uh, what’s it called, a bunch of guys wrote it but it’s not the Declaration of Independence.”

The Constitution?

“That! Gotta protect that.”

Stop it.

“Dude, there’s gonna be so many loony-tunes broads there. They’re gonna be wearing AK47’s and denim shorts. I’m gonna make ’em open carry my boner.”

Can’t you just watch Netflix like the rest of us?

“Dammit, Ass, I’m a man for skank! Have been for seven decades now, and if this is my last of those, it will be spent living the life I’ve always loved: hunting, trapping, and skinning skank.”

Can’t you just go on Tinder?

“I have been banned from the dating apps.”

All of them?

“They have a shared blacklist, apparently.”

Huh. Billy, please cancel this protest. People could get sick, and it’s just such a bad look for the nation.

“Nah. Wheels are in motion. Lotsa wheels, lotsa motion. Hey, what do you think about antagonizing the cops into hitting one of us?”

What do I think about it?

“Yeah. You think that would get the chicks hot?”

I can’t talk to you anymore.

Schtuf

Listen to this. Billy was playing with Kingfish(?) in ’85 and the van got snuck in a snowstorm, so–naturally–Billy took the opportunity to do his stand-up.

Read this. Why? Cuz it contains this graf:

But there is more to the Cybernetic Inevitable than this sont of methanasia. There are, in the words of the Poet, “machines of loving grace.” There is, hovering dean far from the burnt metal reek of exploded stars, the intricate balm of Kraftwerk….

Stop drinking cough syrup, Lester.

Read this, too. It’s Lost Live Dead. If you need me to tell you why you should be reading Lost Live Dead, then you’re fucked, Jim.

Watch this:

Life On Mars, Perfect Day, Madman Across The Water, Get It On, and Hey Jude: all the same Bechstein piano.

And watch this man:

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