My “evil” twin brother Jed sent me an email:
Mitch,
The overwhelming positive response I got from debuting “Planet Terry” yesterday on your blog really was the wind beneath my wings. I think this might be my future, after all.
I thought I’d share my latest work with your audience first.
Many thanks to you and your many readers. Say hello to Marisa for me.
Your twin brother,
Jed
He also sent another edition of “Planet Terry”:
I think he’s onto something.
Well, at least the worst song in the universe not released in 1974. That year was an entire universe of bad songs:
Seasons in the Sun
Billy Don’t Be a Hero
The Night Chicago Died
Having My Baby
And that’s just a start.
I thought the worst song in the Universe was by Jefferson Starship.
Hard to believe the same band released “Not Dead Yet” (which is a very good song). Of course, they didn’t write it.
JY was a good guitar player. Too bad so many of the songs sucked. Take all the wimpy D.DeYoung songs out and they weren’t a bad band.
Thank God I discovered real music, though.
Disparage “Mr. Roboto” if you want, but it’s still a great song to run to.
Anyone who thinks Mr. Roboto is worse than Babe needs rudimentary music appreciation lessons. Of course, there’s always “Candy’s Room”…
snicker
Kerm,
Game misconduct. “Candy’s Room” is one of the best songs ever. You are becoming for Bruce what Eberly is for bikes. Don’t let that happen.
And while you’re right – “Babe” is in almost every way as bad a song as “Roboto” – the latter ekes out the “win” for its pure pretension. “Babe” was awful, but it was a simple, sappy love song. “Roboto” was part of an infantile concept album involving a rock star overthrowing a race of tyrannical robots. The concept alone puts “Roboto” over the top or, to be accurate, below the bottom.
Glad I could settle that.
And I leave you with a little musical send-off:
“She has fancy clothes and diamond rings.
She has men who’ll give her anything she wants,
but they don’t see,
that what (what) she (she) wants (wants) is (is) me.”
Ah. That puts a spring in my step. As it were.
Ah Berg, I gotta yank your chain once in a while. Can’t let Clownie have all the fun. But seriously ” one of the best songs ever”? Of all time? You might want to revise that estimate.
My list of “Best songs of all time” is really huge.
Do you rank them? I would hope your Springteen list would have Thunder Road ranked considerably higher than Candy’s Room. Heck, even I like that one. The Big Man’s sax solo at the end is worth the price of admission.
I rank them constantly. The ranks also change constantly.
But yes, Thunder Road (and Backstreets, and Born to Run, and Night, and Jungleland) are way up the list anyway you fold it.
Back in high school the most obnoxious person I have ever known was a huuuuge Boss fan. He also fancied himself a rock star, wrote his own songs and started a band. I ran the sound board.
It could be that the memories of that arrogant, strutting peacock have colored my opinion of Mr. Springsteen.
What’s a Springsteen?!? . . . . . *ducking*
You know Mitch, Jed’s art is really starting to grow on me.
I wonder if he’d be interested in collaborating with other prominent comic artists? I’m thinking that a triumvirate of myself, Foot and Jed might find a niche in the Twin Cities.
We’d have to start small, of course. Maybe a couple of spots in such crap rags as the City Pages at first, but with our pooled talent I think we might someday be the proud owners of a regular gig with Politics in Minnesota.
I’m working on a new piece right now, which will incorporate original artwork colored with human feces, phlegm and urine. It’s a portrait of Barry-O and his dog, Michelle and Senator Scumbag having off in a Personal Rapid Transit pod (the pod will be yellow and the rest, well, use your imagination)
Perhaps with Jed and Foot on board, we could apply for some of those sweet, sweet grants from the Minnesota State Arts Board….who knows, if we get any traction, we might attract the attention and interest of a world class artist like Dan Lacey and form a genuine artistic junta!
I’m working on a new piece right now, which will incorporate original artwork colored with human feces, phlegm and urine.
That’s called ‘mixed media’, Swiftee.
If you want to get government grants you have to get the lingo down. Why would you want a government grant?
Because then you would have the satisfaction of knowing that Uncle Sam dipped into Angry Clown’s wallet to support your ‘art’.