Lemmy wants you to have a fuckin’ great New Year. Word to the wise? Always do everything Lemmy tells you to.
Welcome to the last Cherrybombed.com post of 2009! I for one am happy to see this year go already. With that said, it hasn’t been all bad. I’m truly thankful to all of you for visiting the little blog that could over this last year, to say nothing of the legions of friends and co-conspirators that keep me going. So instead of writing my annual musical “Best Of” this year, I decided to write a list of the top five things I’m thankful for this year:
1: The photoshop skills and webmaster excellence of RDK aka Mr. Cherrybomb. Without you I would never be able to put a Walmart label on Joe Perry’s guitar. True story.
2: My girl, shutterbug, timekeeper and rock and roller, LP. Not only does she get me out to more shows than you can shake a beer at, she has time and time again generously allowed her amazing photos to grace the pages of this blog, letting me bring the rock right to your living room.
3:Steven Tyler, Mickey Rourke and Lemmy Kilmister. Thanks for not suing me that is.
5: Being asked back to do more Movies About Girls podcasts! I’ve done almost over a dozen now and it’s more fun than it is work. Who knew that a chance meeting of two teenage miscreant losers back in 1987 would lead to something this cool over 20 years later. Thanks for the memories, Ken McIntyre – past, present and future.
How not to celebrate New Years Eve by the Sears 1974 Fall/Winter Catalog.
Fake fireplace logs and this fake fireplace, from page 1010 of the Sears 1974 Fall/Winter Catalog, lived in my hallway when I was growing up back east. All you needed to start this Santa approved plastic fire was the a push of a button. I distinctly remember the logs made a clicking sound that was supposed to mimic the crackle of a real fire. Which it did not.
Anyway, unless you have your own copy, enjoy your last look back at the Sears 1974 Fall/Winter Catalog, sans sticky pages. Next week we’ll start exploring the Sears Spring/Summer Catalog from 1975. It’s all kinds of right and wrong. Just like yours truly.
Fix, an extreme access pass into the 10th circle and reign of Ministry. Coming in 2010. For NPD.
Fix, a new big screen doc on Ministry promises an unfiltered look into the acid soaked, Very Metal world of a band that played a defining role in the industrial metal scene in the 1990’s.
I saw Ministry in 1992 when Lollapalooza came through Boston and to this day, that set ranks up there as one of the greatest live experiences I’ve ever had. Despite the fact that I lost my shoes to the frothing crowd when dreadlocked devil trooper, Al Jourgensen, marched out on stage carrying a skull on a stick. There aren’t many bands I’d be willing to walk home barefoot for, but Ministry is one of them. The band called it quits in 2008.
Melt Bar and Grill in Lakewood, Ohio will give patrons with a grilled cheese tattoo 25% off their bill for life. Don’t have a grilled cheese tattoo and a little short on change? Nearby tattoo parlor, Voodoo Monkey Tattoo will also cut you a discount for your cheesy ink job. Check out Melt’s grilled cheese tattoo gallery (yes, there are MORE!)here.
Them Crooked Vultures, Dead End Friends, professional footage shot live in Reading. From the 2009 self-titled release Them Crooked Vultures. For Freddy Pants.
Sears ‘74, Ho-Ho-NO! Hopefully you didn’t find anything like this under your tree this year. If you did, that means that Santa and Jesus both hate you.
This better-late-than-never special Holiday edition of Sears ‘74 comes from page 630 of the Sears 1974 Fall/Winter catalog. On Wednesday of next week, I’ll feature our last look back at Sears’ take on 1974 before we delve into the polyester blend madness that is the Sears Spring/Summer catalog of 1975.
Look for our first 1975Sears summertime fashion flashback, on January 6th, 2010!
*Programming update: Posts should be back to regular speed tomorrow. Thanks for digging through the archives while I was on a three day bender enjoying my Horrorday Holiday!
Just a note to let you all know posts will be slowing down today through the weekend in honor of Santa’s birthday on December 25th. If you don’t celebrate Santa’s birthday, I hope whatever Holiday deity you do worship provides you with a few days off, a full bottle of hooch (in a fancy glass bottle) and someone you don’t want to punch in the face after a few shots to share it with.
Steven Tyler issued a statement today saying that he will be heading to rehab to kick his dependence on pain killers. For once, I’m not going to make any crass jokes because while this news comes as relief for Tyler, his family and his fans, it’s also pretty sad. Says Tyler:
With the help of my family and team of medical professionals, I am taking responsibility for the management of my pain and am eager to be back on the stage. I love Aerosmith; I love performing as the lead singer in Aerosmith. I am grateful for all of the support and love I am receiving and am committed to getting things taken care of.
Despite Tyler and Aerosmith’s historical fucked-up-ness, it’s worth wondering aloud if Tyler would have found himself in this position again if he hadn’t injured himself so severely this past summer. At any rate, I just want my Motherfucking Rainbow healthy, clean and back where he belongs. Fronting Aerosmith.
If you read this blog on a regular basis, you know I love my booze. However, if Mick Jagger told me I couldn’t play guitar for The Rolling Stones unless I peel my pie-hole off the nectar of the Gods, I’d never pick up a guitar bottle again. Lucky for me, my name isn’t Ron Wood.
Anyway, the latest 70’s Rock Band drama is that The Rolling Stones may tour in 2010 without 62 year old guitarist Ron Wood, unless he stops boozing and beating up Russian prostitutes. Ron Wood has been a Stone since 1975 and has been acting like the next celluloid victim of Dr. Drew Pinsky after he dumped his wife last year. The divorce will end up costing Wood over $17 million.
Cherrybomb is a girl and, I’m strictly (Hello, Sailor!) dickly. With that said (and despite the fact that I’m no expert on the subject), I’m completely sure there ain’t no such thing as pussy worth sticking that costs $17,000,000. True story.
This short video by Stephen Reedy and gonzo artist Alex Pardee will help you experience the true homicidal Spirit of Christmas. Through tomorrow, Pardee will ask one question about the video two-minute video on his blog. If you answer correctly, Pardee will send you a signed print of his splatterific painting, “Spirit Of Conviction“. Ten winners in all!
Cherrybombed.com is about the music and culture of the Pacific Northwest, as well as other cool happenings around the world. We also shine a spotlight on celebrities behaving badly. Here, you will find videos, low-brow artwork and images, and tattoos only a mother could hate.
If boozing was an olympic event, we would be on a box of Wheaties. If this all sounds familiar to you (and your mother), welcome home.
