Ringo Starr Andy Gibb - Now THAT'S a SELFIE! via Tyler Baum (make a new one for Christmas, or three)
"This website looks awful/spammy/sketchy and I wish you would stop posting links to it"
#JerryLeeLewis *1.5 million views ... had flown all the way to Australia, and no one can blame him, he'd taken a few mandrax, but then because of the time difference, etc., well, this happened
Tyler Mahan Coe
This website looks awful/spammy/sketchy and I wish you would stop posting links to it.
Correct me if I'm wrong but no new understanding of Jerry Lee Lewis or his career is gained by you posting links to this blog.
You just embed a YouTube video and send traffic to your site to watch it?
That's not cool.
If it's a good video, please just post the video here like everyone else does.
I have clicked a few of the links you've posted and not seen any additional value you're providing on your blog that warrants not linking to the actual main content wherever it already exists.
Furthermore, even if you were providing some extra value it would be nearly impossible to tell because of the way the site is formatted to look like some secret Russian botnet signup page or an AI's best attempt at simulating human communication.
I really must insist that you stop linking to this blog.
- Tyler Mahan Coe
Dear Tyler,
I have to wonder what your warning would have sounded like if I wasn't a new fan of your podcast.
My Blogger blogspot address is almost half as old as you are. It has at no time ever featured any spam, or I'm happy to say, advertising; not because I don't enjoy revenue, but simply for the fact that I abhor those aesthetics.
I have been blogging for my own amusement and for those of 500,000 x 2 strangers a year. My Dailymotion and three YouTube videos have above 15 million views. None of those videos contain any form of advertising.
I do everything I do for my enjoyment and mine only; if other people also like it occasionally, then all the better.
I also sometimes revert back to another life and play with CSS and coding on my blogs, which I have been told in the past make some of the entries difficult, if not impossible to view on certain devices. But since I only peruse the Internet from large screens, I can only take your word on this seemingly benign reason for a caveat.
Many of my posts contain only a video, which is how this blog began 15 years ago (it was a unique and popular concept), and while that is rarely the case anymore, I completely agree and have acted accordingly when it comes to my submissions to your group, it serves everyone much better to simply post a video, if "no new understanding...is gained by you posting links to this blog."
As far as your criticism, of which I'm a big fan - having posted excerpts of your tirade against Malcolm Gladwell, which inspired me to go on one myself over his last podcast of the season.
I really must disagree, however, when you assume in a general sense that "... no new understanding of Jerry Lee Lewis or his career is gained by you posting links to this blog."
I have known Jerry Lee Lewis since I was 18-years-old; been a good friend to his older sister, Frankie Jean, who just recently passed away at the Jerry Lee Lewis Museum, which she curated from scratch at their childhood home in Ferriday, LA; and conceived and produced his youngest sister, Linda Gail Lewis's comeback solo album (her first in 15 years), International Affair, released on New Rose Disque ca. 1991, to critical and commercial success, as she continues to support her brother around the world.
Here's what Robert Christgau had to say about that:
International Affair [New Rose, 1991]
"The long-ago costar of the lowbrow gem Together registers more twang per syllable than prime Duane Eddy, belting and screeching like a flat-out hillbilly--Jeannie C. Riley, say. But though I'd love to hear her "Harper Valley P.T.A." (or "Fist City," or "9 to 5"), she's Jerry Lee's sister, wild-ass before she's anything else.
She doesn't ignore country on this band-centered studio job, but except for Billy Swan's "I Can Help"
("If your child needs a mama we can discuss that too"),
the standouts are from Wolf-Justman, Dave Edmunds, Bob Dylan, all of whom should be damn proud. Covering "They Called It Rock," she gets up to "Someone in the newspaper said it was shit," and instead of rushing discreetly on to the next line she draws out that last word with the relish of a gal who's waited to sing it all her life." A-
I was in a Country band which released its first EP in 1981 on Nashville's Praxis Records (001 - their first release), followed later by labelmates Jason and the Scorchers, Georgia Satellites, etc.
My band, Our Favorite Band was signed to Big Time Records, a division of RCA in 1985, when we released our only LP, Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings, to critical acclaim.
I've lived all over the world and been the director of an Outsider Art Gallery in New Orleans' French Quarter for eight years.
I've met all of my heroes, and become friends with a few.
But until today, no one has ever suggested that I am duplicitous, meretricious, or possess motives of anything but the purest intention.
When it comes to my love, experience, and knowledge of music, I thought we had that in common.
So, when you wrote, "Correct me if I'm wrong," I'm just doing so in a civil manner, while politely informing you that you could not have mischaracterized my few-and-far-between submissions to your Facebook group any more cynically or disrespectfully.
Here's what I posted about you on the post I did about Malcolm Gladwell's last podcast episode:
"Tyler Mahan Coe of the wonderfully wordy, well-researched Cocaine & Rhinestones podcast; David Allan Coe progeny; and FB group administrator, 20th Century Country Music, first turned me on to how clueless and helpless Gladwell was about Country Music in a scathing blogpost which I loved for its loathing and indefatigably psychotic personalization - with which i agreed."
So, while I understand that it is "your football," and you can take it home any time -
I will, but only with your permission, be using your review of my blog as a description, along with many of the others sharing your sentiment:
"the site is formatted to look like some secret Russian botnet signup page or an AI's best attempt at simulating human communication"
Taylor Mahan Coe - 8.12.2018
"It’s OK, mrjyn is still in business, ripping off ppl’s content to further line his pockets with spamcash; he just frigged up his link with an @ instead of a dot. I reckon he’s some unattractive lost soul who speaks little or no English, and is trying to save enough money from his splog to pay for a penis enlargement operation, so he can become a porn star.
He calls his blog ‘the perfect american’, and there is something very Gatsby about it all, don’t you think?"
gullybogan May 17, 2008
"Mr. Dante Fontana's Visual Guidance Ltd. video-only blog has risen from the ashes to become...[::] which kind of rollllls off the tongue, don't you think?...the mastermind is the delightfully batshit crazy owner of THE完 PERFECT完 AMERICANな."
BAIKINANGE [SCHADENFREUDIAN THERAPY] October 30, 2008
"So, I'm over looking at The Perfect American, in awe of the whole scene, the style the volume, the insanity, which to the uninitiated, is a roiling vortex of lust for the illness called Rock n' Roll. It's a journey."
LEX10 [GLYPHJOCKEY] December 01, 2007
However, when they're not giving me great reviews, their showing they love me in other ways, by stealing videos discovered from the hard work that only comes from the practice of a perfected eye and awesome SEO skills, because 'imitation is the sincerest form of flatter.'
Here's a pinned-up Twitter list of all the videos and posts dangerousminds has poached over the years. Although it amounts to over 30, this is as far as I've gotten so far.
Anyway, hopes this helps. You've made yourself clear.
If you change your mind, let me know; if not, nothing really changed today.
Thanks,
mrjyn
Tyler defends DAC against racism and everything else
Some of you are never going to change your mind about this and I want to start by making sure you understand that it means you're a very stupid person.David Allan Coe is not a white supremacist. If he is, the movie Blazing Saddles is also white supremacist. Do white supremacists love some David Allan Coe songs? You fucking bet. Want to put money on how many white supremacists love watching Blazing Saddles?
David Allan Coe worked in satire. He made two X-rated albums that were meant to be heard in the form he put them in, albums that no sane person could listen to in their entirety and think were a work of earnestness. The problem is that cassette tapes existed and people took some of the songs and put them on mixtapes with other songs that were not satire, like Johnny Rebel. Again, if you took certain scenes of Blazing Saddles out of context, they would look white supremacist as fuck, especially if you cut them into other footage of, say, black men being lynched.
But how could DAC watch people misunderstand his work and not say anything? I don't know, does going on Howard Stern to tell everyone he's not a racist and those albums are satire count? Did Merle Haggard ever do that with "Okie from Muskogee"? Do you have an Internet connection and the ability to look into it for yourself or would you rather just have someone it's okay to demonize and hate? You ever met a white supremacist? They're usually pretty up front about it. They usually don't consistently say that they're not a racist, as DAC has always, ALWAYS, done.
Of course, that hack "journalist" Neil Strauss didn't help things by printing Johnny Rebel lyrics in the New York Times and telling the entire civilized world that David Allan Coe wrote them. And it doesn't help that the first website that comes up when you run a search for DAC's name is a website that DAC is not in any way affiliated with and a website that last time I checked sells those Johnny Rebel albums. Those things don't help and I understand how they seem to complete the picture everyone thinks they have of this man. But what I'm doing right now is ripping that picture in half and showing you a new one so it's your responsibility from here on out what you believe.
My father has had false teeth since he was a child because a prison guard beat his teeth out with a nightstick for being a nigger lover. If you've ever been locked up, you know that prison is segregated by race. That's just the way it is. Only, my father didn't stick to his own kind. He wanted to be a singer. The black guys sang. He hung out with the black guys and learned how to sing with them.
The song "Nigger Fucker" is about how stupid the narrator of the song is for being a dumb racist piece of shit. His lady leaves and says he'll someday understand what love is all about and the guy immediately fixates on penis size. He's a complete idiot and the song is one of contempt for him. Same thing with the line in "Lay Me Down Some Rails." The entirety of "If That Ain't Country" is a joke about how dumb motherfuckers like Neil Strauss and Malcolm Gladwell think authenticity is what matters so much in country music. It's a joke song about what city people think country people are like. Not a word in the song is true.
When he uses the "Great Speckled Bird/Blue Eyes" melody at the end? A black artist named Otis Williams used the same melody to make the same joke about authenticity in country music six years before this in a great song called "I Wanna Go Country." His album came out on Pete Drake's record label, Stop.
Pete Drake is a name you may recognize from the credits of my father's albums. There's no fucking way he didn't hear that song.
The other thing you're wrong about is that David Allan Coe is not a homophobic person.
He had sex with men in prison.
"Fuck Aneta Bryant" is a vulgar gay rights anthem and Nadine Hubbs does a great job of explaining this in the book Rednecks, Queers and Country Music.
But I said I was going to show you another picture. Here it is, the picture I have of the band my father fronted in prison. It wasn't a mixed gender prison. Look closer.
In fact, that's generally pretty good advice for having any conversation like this. Look closer. Is David Allan Coe a perfect person? Absolutely not. He and I don't talk. He'll probably die without giving me the apology he owes me and I'm not interested in knowing him without that apology. But that doesn't make it okay for there to be so many people who are so wrong about this.
Auden, Sartre, Graham Greene, Ayn Rand loved amphetamines
Coffee has such a beneficial effect on creative activity that it should be no surprise that many artists have turned to stronger stimulants in search of bigger and more prolonged boosts. Indeed, amphetamines have their own semi-distinguished artistic heritage, particularly among a swath of 20th-century writers.
The poet W.H. Auden is probably the most famous example.
He took a dose of Benzedrine (a brand name of amphetamine introduced in the United States in 1933) each morning the way many people take a daily multivitamin. At night, he used Seconal or another sedative to get to sleep. He continued this routine—“the chemical life,” he called it—for 20 years, until the efficacy of the pills finally wore off. Auden regarded amphetamines as one of the “labor-saving devices” in the “mental kitchen,” alongside alcohol, coffee, and tobacco—although he was well aware that “these mechanisms are very crude, liable to injure the cook, and constantly breaking down.”
Graham Greene had a similarly pragmatic approach to amphetamines. In 1939, while laboring on what he was certain would be his greatest novel, The Power and the Glory, Greene decided to also write one of his “entertainments”—melodramatic thrillers that lacked artistry but that he knew would make money. He worked on both books simultaneously, devoting his mornings to the thriller The Confidential Agent and his afternoons to The Power and the Glory. To keep it up, he took Benzedrine tablets twice daily, one upon waking and the other at midday. As a result he was able to write 2,000 words in the mornings alone, as opposed to his usual 500. After only six weeks, The Confidential Agent was completed and on its way to being published. (The Power and the Glory took four more months.)
In 1942 Ayn Rand took up Benzedrine to help her finish her novel, The Fountainhead. She had spent years planning and composing the first third of the novel; over the next 12 months, thanks to the new pills, she averaged a chapter a week. But the drug quickly became a crutch. Rand would continue to use amphetamines for the next three decades, even as her overuse led to mood swings, irritability, emotional outbursts, and paranoia—traits Rand was susceptible to even without drugs.
Jean-Paul Sartre was similarly dependent. In the 1950s, already exhausted from too much work on too little sleep—plus too much wine and cigarettes—the philosopher turned to Corydrane, a mix of amphetamine and aspirin then fashionable among Parisian students, intellectuals, and artists. The prescribed dose was one or two tablets in the morning and at noon. Sartre took 20 a day, beginning with his morning coffee, and slowly chewed one pill after another as he worked. For each tablet, he could produce a page or two of his second major philosophical work, The Critique of Dialectical Reason.
But perhaps the most notable case of amphetamine-fueled intellectual activity is Paul Erdös, one of the most brilliant and prolific mathematicians of the 20th century. As Paul Hoffman documents in The Man Who Loved Only Numbers, Erdös was a fanatic workaholic who routinely put in 19-hour days, sleeping only a few hours a night. He owed his phenomenal stamina to espresso shots, caffeine tablets, and amphetamines—he took 10 to 20 milligrams of Benzedrine or Ritalin daily. Worried about his drug use, a friend once bet Erdös that he wouldn’t be able to give up amphetamines for a month. Erdös took the bet, and succeeded in going cold turkey for 30 days. When he came to collect his money, he told his friend, “You’ve showed me I’m not an addict. But I didn’t get any work done. I’d get up in the morning and stare at a blank piece of paper. I’d have no ideas, just like an ordinary person. You’ve set mathematics back a month.” After the bet, Erdös promptly resumed his amphetamine habit.
— mrjyn (@mrjyn) December 8, 2018
Turkish E.T. (Badi)
Turkish E.T. (Badi)
Turkish remake of classic American family film ET, only this one is better. The alien, this time known as "Badi" looks like it overstaffed a clumsy midget! Watch rollerskating Zoroaster's real kneecapping-always amazing Turkish cinema misshapen masterpiece.
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"When I do dream, it is with Saddam Hussein! " The director, Zafer Par (wedding?), Has seen fit to surround himself with the worst elements for the construction of this film. The cream of the players, the top designers and special effects especially the most high tech of the moment. Because yes, the interest of this film lies not in its history (also relatively consistent) or in its actors (in fact very mustaches), but rather in the appearance on screen Badi, who turns out to be even naughtier than the original. 
Turkish converging Arabists.Both warn you right now, all the scenes are chiantes Badi is not to die, but the debut of our hero puts us in a good mood and start catching up the whole. 
"OH! A neon landed! It illuminates what projo still strong! " After landing and that the whole village is in search of her, this creature takes refuge in the house of the boy and then the second shock within 5 minutes of film: Badi farts to say hello. 
"Oops sorry! He went out alone. "Our young hero will soon make friends with the latex bead overcooked. Badi stolen apples, heals wounds, learns to talk, make jokes with parents ... In short, a true life and soul train.In his humor-poo pudding totally amazing and wretched appearance, it seems at times an amateur film shot on Super 8 that pals have cobbled together half flared on two weekends to do a pastiche of schoolboy AND We remain amazed at the thought that it was shot in 1983. The true cinema of the Third World, where poverty is palpable, the budget does not dare all no restraint! The film has absolutely no complex Unlike other low-budget works rusent suggesting, "Badi" shows us all and proudly displays his turd with short legs, from every angle. 
"I'm Gerard Majax.
A deep look.
"Here, eat, it's good! "
Amateurism terrible special effects is enhanced by a staging so gross that stripping would think the director went to sleep, leaving his camera running in a vacuum. 
"HIHI! I'm hiding behind your mother and she does not see me.The humorous situations abound on all sides and the viewer can not Turkish: 
"IT IS GRAVE! TOMB IT! TOO LOOOOOLL of MDRRRR " As in the original work, Badi will then build a phone to "call home", using a turntable and a circular saw. 
"Hello Dad? ... "
"Oh no ... it's a mistake, sorry"
After the scene of the phone, it's time for that when he falls ill and is captured by the evil (that means adults) who understand that Badi was harmful to the health of their babies. 
"I AM MALAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEE, FULLY MALAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEE" Lastly, there is THE scene of the film. In "ET" Spielberg, there was a bike stolen but here Zafer (ironing?) Has said: "Pffffffffff! I'm going to steal a cart filled with kids and in broad daylight mÔssieur! 
"The police are after us, running away quickly Us!"
A car full of friendly people and law abiding.Alas, my pleasure was short (1:14) as Badi must now leave us (and return for Badi 2?). 
"Good friends"
"Return us now"
Badi away amid smoke blur.
"My career is ruined! "
"Daddy, why are you wearing a moss rock? "
"It's for a friend who has a project interstellar"
A sublime mustache.
Double-plane tits!
Ye hunger zorié not a franc or two, please?
A flashlight that lights up really well at night ... (yes, it's night!)
"Mommy I can play in Cannibal Virus ? »
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Turkish E.T. (Badi ) thanks, @nanarland https://t.co/a435EoObxg— mrjyn (@mrjyn) December 5, 2018