The Monkees I’m a Believer mashed with Iron Maiden’s The Trooper. Yes please…

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Taylor Dayne, Tell it to My Heart, 1987. I’m not saying you should, but you can skip ahead to 1:09 for the actual vid.

I, like you, occasionally need to obtain food to eat like oranges and Vodka. My question to you is, why does the supermarket always smell sound like Eddie Money? While shopping for sustenance today, this is what I was forced to listen to:

Eddie Money: Take Me Home Tonight. On February 2nd, you can hear Eddie do Take Me Home live in North Myrtle Beach, SC. Or you could just head to the supermarket and listen to the song there. Tough call.

Taylor Dayne: Tell It To My Heart: Please see the 80’s fuckery that is currently stuck in my head at the top of this post. You can catch Taylor Dayne and Mickey Dolenz of The Monkees on the new season of Gone Country. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

Journey: Separate Ways. Of all the Journey songs in the world, this one has to walk into my supermarket. Please Sam, don’t play it again. Or I’ll cut you.

John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band: On the Dark Side. I think they play this song as you descend into Hell and while shopping for food. Wait a minute. Everyone knows there isn’t any difference between shopping for food and descending into Hell. My bad.

The Monkees, Randy Scouse Git, 1969.

I love it when Micky and Mike get REAL. In this vid, The Monkees talk plainly about their drug use. Of course, drug use according to The Monkees concerns coffee and other evil things like vitamins and chlorine with a Drano back (endorsed in this vid by a very young Micky Dolenz). Last year, The Monkees celebrated one of the greatest things to ever happen to everyone, everywhere. The 1968 release of the Monkees only movie, Head. I’ll leave you to discuss two of the greatest things ever. The Monkees and, head.

Sigh. Just saying those words at the same time made me feel good. Oh yeah, one more word.

Tomorrow is Friday…

Only Wendy O looks good in electrical tape so don’t try this at home…

GTFO is gonna be short and sweet this week. I’ll make it up to you somehow. Plus I’ll have a bunch of Halloween related recommendations and other stuff along the way. With that said, this is a great weekend to Get The Fuck Out. You could literally spend both nights at Slim’s Last Chance. I know I would.

Friday, October 17th:

Chet Zar
Rock La Rue Gallery
Rock La Rue opened this multi-artist show last weekend you only have until November 1st to see it and, it is not to be missed. I blogged about Chet Zar’s Ugly Americans series earlier this year. Zar’s new series, Postapocalysm, has the same life-like/death never-world feeling that Ugly did, only it’s a bit more surreal. The traveling three man show also features paintings by Jeremy Bennett and Dan Quintana.

The Ruby Doe
The Funhouse

Shake the Shack LIVE!
Slim’s Last Chance

The Great Escape (Journey Tribute)
Bill’s Bar (Boston, MA)

The Maldives
Neumo’s

The Supersuckers
The Roxy (Hollywood)

Peter Tork
The Brighton Bar (Long Branch, New Jersey)

Saturday, October 18th:

Micky Dolenz
Freed Center (Ada, Ohio)
I had a dream about Micky Dolenz last night. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

They Live
Grand Illusion
One of my favorite movies of all time in one of my favorite Seattle places of all time. This flick also made Cherrybomb’s list of the greatest bare-knuckle brawls of all time. Two nights, six shows.
For Dr. H. My favorite grand illusion of all time.

Davila 666. Be there or be stabbed. Man, I hate getting stabbed for not living in San Juan. Seriously. Getting stabbed hurts.

Davila 666
La Respuesta Davila, (1600 Ave.Fernandez Juncos Esq.Del Parque, San Juan)
Welcome to my new favorite band.

Super Diamond
The Showbox at the Market

Lee Rude and the Trainwrecks
Slim’s Last Chance

The Coloffs
Blue Moon

Sunday, October 19th:

C’mon C’mon are the balls.

Raggedy Anns, C’mon, C’mon
The High Dive
Sean Bates of HalloQueen fronts C’mon C’mon.

Looking Ahead:

VOTE!
November 4th.

Davey Jones has a wardrobe malfunction of the worst kind…

Even if you were in Staten Island this weekend, you might have missed seeing David Cassidy and Davy Jones of The Monkees performing on the same bill on Saturday night. In case you did miss it, here is some of what you missed. I guess it was really hot in New York on Saturday. You can thank me later after you’re done clawing your eyes out. I also look forward to your assorted hate-mail. It really keeps me going.

Thanks to Freddy Pants for the man-boobage link. I think…