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These incredibly creepy Santas don’t care if you’re naughty or nice.
2. This Santa knows that Christmas is an excellent day for an exorcism.
3. Um… Hell NO!
‘Love And Reverse-Psychedelics’: Synthesizer Pioneer Bruce Haack On ‘Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood,’ 1968! (Dangerous Minds)
Incredible footage of “the king of techno,” Bruce Haack demonstrating his homemade computers for some kids on Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood in 1968, with the help of his longtime creative partner, Ester Nelson.
Nelson was a choreographer and together, she and Haack collaborated on eleven fairly avant-garde records for kids (released on their own Dimension 5 label) that combined electronic music, storytelling and a (drugless?) psychedelic outlook. Some of them weren’t that far-off from “Hokey Pokey” or “musical chairs” type activity songs, but others were weirder… like asking kids to pretend to be their own shadows or a grandfather clock.
The liner notes to Haack and Nelson’s 1963 Dance Sing and Listen Again album read:
THIS RECORDING IS A TOTAL EXPERIENCE. It exposes your child to controlled body movement, provides a stimulus for imagination and creativity, and presents a range of thought, music and sound from things medieval through today’s electronics. NOTHING LIKE IT HAS EXISTED BEFORE!
That’s a pretty big claim for a kids album, but it’s probably accurate, too.
I can’t fathom the notion that they thought they were providing a psychedelic experience of sorts, for kids! Here’s what they had to say in the liner notes to their 1968 album The Way Out Record for Children (which must be a reference to Perrey and Kingsley’s The In Sound From Way Out!):
This Wild and wonderful record offers another “Way Out” for children from typical recordings. Our first three recordings prove that our simple philosophy of love and reverse-psychedelics works. We do fill the senses with an almost infinite range of concepts, abstracts, words, sounds, advice and a contract with order and form. But we know that kids compute—so we ask them to use our basics and stretch to the sky. They do—because kids are turned on.
In this Wild and Wonderful time we hereby take the slogan “Drop Out”—turn it around—and print our own button for children …“Drop in—We love you.”
You follow that? Was the idea of “psychedelics” somehow not yet threatening to Middle American parents?
In the video below (which reminds me a bit of Synthesizer Patel’s appearance on Look Around You) Haack and Miss Nelson explain their zany non-LSD gestalt to Mr. Rogers and the kids. Although the clips are labeled parts two and three, part one isn’t on YouTube, but nothing of Haack’s appearance seems to be missing. Continue reading
I wish I had thought of this; these gorgeous curtains made from 1,152 35mm vintage film slides by Scott Sherwood. I’ve seen lamps made from film slides before, but never curtains. Clever idea.
The slides were meticulously sorted and put in order by color theme from pink at the top , followed by red, orange ,yellow, green, blue, and purple.
All the 35mm slides are original photographic images from the the past 50+ years from various amateur photographers around the world and the subject matters are as diverse as the planet itself.
By night the slides are visible from outside when the interior lights are illuminated acting as a privacy window for you.
According to Sherwood, the project took over 4 months to make. Continue reading
Good sex is great, but it’s never as hilarious as bad sex. Luckily, 2013 provided no shortage of bad sex to entertain, confuse and horrify us.
If you DO long for horrible sex from bygone millenia, fear not! Dinosaur erotica is available. Earlier this year, Christie Sims and Alara Branwen published multiple tales of dino bones, sporting such titles as “Taken by the Pterodactyl,” “Taken by the T-Rex,” and “Taken at the Dinosaur Museum.” Branwen spoke to the Huffington Post and told us some of the secrets of veloci-rapture: “Short arms are also why male T-rexes are the most voracious in looking for mates,” she said. “They can’t ‘relieve themselves’ by themselves, so they have to have someone “help them,’ if you know what I mean.” Continue reading
For the families of the striking fire fighters, Christmas 1977 was going to be a difficult one. With little or no money coming in, celebrations, presents, and even food were on ration. But something quite wonderful happened on that Christmas Day in Merrie England, when four of the country’s allegedly most reviled people brought happiness and festive gifts to the firefighters and their families.
This was Christmas Day 1977, when The Sex Pistols played a benefit gig for the families of striking fire fighters at the Ivanhoe’s club, Huddersfield, in the north of England.
As has often been recorded, The Pistols were the most hated and feared group in the country, portrayed by the press as the biggest threat to any nation’s children since Herod slaughtered the innocents. They had been banned from nearly every civic venue in the UK and were on an MI5 blacklist. For many a politician or council member, the very mention of The Sex Pistols could cause the veins to ominously throb on their sweaty, flabby brows.
But it wasn’t just The Pistols who these politicians and their obsequious press feared, it was the unions—in particular the fire fighters who were striking for a 30% wage increase.
For two years, the fire fighters had waited for the Labour government to negotiate a pay raise, but nothing had happened. As the cost of food, fuel and taxes skyrocketed, the pay-in-the-pocket of the average worker was worthless. Therefore, a ballot of the 30,000 strong Fire Brigades Union was held, which received 97.5% support for strike action. On the 14th November, 1977, the fire fighter’s strike began.
On Christmas Day, 1977, the Pistols quietly organized a benefit gig for the Fire Brigade Union. This was done as surreptitiously as possible, for if the council discovered the Pistols were playing (especially on the Lord’s birthday), the venue would be closed immediately. Two shows were arranged at Ivanhoe’s club: the first was a matinee for the children, at which cake, food, presents were distributed by the band, as John Lydon later said:
”Huddersfield I remember very fondly. Two concerts, a matinee with children throwing pies at me, and later on that night, striking union members. It was heaven. There was a lot of love in the house. It was great that day, everything about it. Just wonderful.”
While drummer Paul Cook recalled:
”It was like our Christmas party really. We remember everyone being really relaxed that day, everyone was getting on really well, everyone was in such a great mood because it was a benefit for the kids of firemen who were on strike at that time, who had been on strike for a long time.”
The Pistols paid for everything, and according to one young audience member “you could just have anything you wanted!” It was a Christmas Day to remember, as another young attendee Jez Scott later wrote about the gig in The Guardian:
Johnny Rotten came out in a straw hat and they had a cake with Sex Pistols written on it, the size of a car bonnet. He started cutting it up but it soon degenerated into a food fight. He was covered head to foot. It was fantastic. I took a photo of Steve Jones, who did a rock’n’roll-type pose. I took one of Sid and he asked, “Do you want to put Nancy [Spungen] in as well?”
Eventually the Pistols came onstage. I think they only played about six songs. I remember they did “Bodies,” but omitted the swear words because of the children. Steve Jones’s guitar sounded very raw and exciting. During “Holidays in the Sun,” Rotten held out the mic and people were shouting out their names, but because I was probably the only punk there I tried to shout the lyrics: “Cheap dialogue/ Cheap essential scenery.”
The gig itself was great. Sid had his leather jacket open and was hammering the bass. They were really on form and I was a bit overcome, really. I’d taken my album along but I was so excited talking to the Pistols, I forgot to get it signed. Sid was the easiest to talk to because he was like one of us, like a kid. I asked him what he was doing next and he said they were going to America. I’d like to think I said, “Don’t go, it’ll all go pear-shaped,” but I didn’t. Within a few weeks the band had split, Sid had been remanded for murdering Nancy and then he died. I wore a black tie with a Sex Pistols badge on it for a year in mourning. Continue reading
Reposted on Reddit over the weekend before making its way to Twitter and then the web writ large, the feast beast they call Cthulken (or, alternatively, the Craturktopus) reared its ugly, ugly head yet again to freak everybody out.
But something was different this time around: The monstrosity came with a long overdue origin story.
Gothamist spoke with Cthuken’s creator, Rusty Eulberg, a Texas-based database administrator said he just wanted to do something “unique” for Christmas dinner two years ago.
First thing’s first, it’s called a Cthurkey, not a Cthuken (“no duck,” says Eulberg). Secondly, despite its grotesque appearance, the Cthurkey is eminently edible.
“Jenny [Robledo, Eulberg's wife] is a big fan of Cthulhu so we went and bought some crab legs and some octopus and bacon and cooked them all separate and slapped them together on a plate, and that was it,” he told Gothamist.
His dinner guests were initally turned off, mostly out of concern that they might find their face being “hugged” by the creature if they got too close.
The “old Nazi plate” Eulberg used to serve the creature on was also something of an appetite suppressant.
But once his friends actually tried some, they found out it wasn’t as evil as it looked. “It was delicious,” recalled Eulberg.
Asked how he plans to improve on his creation, Eulberg, who has since gone on to prepare a chicken-based version he called the “Cthicken,” said maybe he’ll just deep fry the whole damned thing. Continue reading
The scourge of SantaCon — the “nonsensical Santa Claus convention that happens once a year for absolutely no reason” — is the bane of pretty much every New Yorker, but a boon to voyeurs of badly behaving Santas.
For the unfamiliar, SantaCon is a holiday bar crawl in which bros dress up like Santa and get shitfaced.
First there was that six-Santa brawl near Union Square that could result in criminal charges.
Now, courtesy of aptly nicknamed filmmaker “Peeping John” Wilson comes footage of another naughty SantaCon incident that took place just a few streets away.
Writing in to Bowery Boogie, Wilson claims he witnessed a SantaCon attendee getting his candy cane swirled by a handy little helper in the outward facing vestibule of a Duane Reade at 3rd and 14th.
And he has the Instagram videos to prove it.
Here’s the thing: If you’re going to be a SantaCon jerk, might as well make it literal. Continue reading