THE WEEKLY YOUTUBE DIGEST
Every week, The Duke scours YouTube for the best
stuff, saving you no end of time and effort.
You're very welcome.
Incidentally, once the week is up, the videos
are replaced, so, y'know, keep checkin' and so
on.
21st October 2007
GG Allin on Jerry Sringer
Owing to having no net connection this past
month or more, the YouTube Digest has been
sorely neglected. By way of making up for it,
here’s the full Jerry Springer GG Allin episode
to get your face-nuts all enraptured o’er the
head of. Classic moments abound, and no end of
GG wisdom gets bandied this way and that - “If
you get raped at my show, you’re probably better
off” he says at one point, either just before or
just after calling the audience a bunch of cunts.
stuff, saving you no end of time and effort.
You're very welcome.
Incidentally, once the week is up, the videos
are replaced, so, y'know, keep checkin' and so
on.
21st October 2007
GG Allin on Jerry Sringer
Owing to having no net connection this past
month or more, the YouTube Digest has been
sorely neglected. By way of making up for it,
here’s the full Jerry Springer GG Allin episode
to get your face-nuts all enraptured o’er the
head of. Classic moments abound, and no end of
GG wisdom gets bandied this way and that - “If
you get raped at my show, you’re probably better
off” he says at one point, either just before or
just after calling the audience a bunch of cunts.
Cop Rock - “Let’s Be Careful Out There”
I’m indebted to Sir Mark Saleski for pointing me
this direction. I dunno how I’ll ever repay him
apart from maybe having his beard tattooed on my
right testicle, but whatever the cost, it’s
still a bargain at twice the price. Cop Rock,
I've recently learned, was a 1990 telly show
from Steven Bochco, the man behind such gritty
cop dramas as Hill Street Blues and what have
you. What it is, is pretty much Hill Street
Blues except even better, since, in addition to
the shaky-cams and police-procedurals and what
not, it ALSO has -
No. I’m not even gon’ say, for half the joy is
in hittin’ this bastard unawares. Thank you Sir
Saleski.
I’m indebted to Sir Mark Saleski for pointing me
this direction. I dunno how I’ll ever repay him
apart from maybe having his beard tattooed on my
right testicle, but whatever the cost, it’s
still a bargain at twice the price. Cop Rock,
I've recently learned, was a 1990 telly show
from Steven Bochco, the man behind such gritty
cop dramas as Hill Street Blues and what have
you. What it is, is pretty much Hill Street
Blues except even better, since, in addition to
the shaky-cams and police-procedurals and what
not, it ALSO has -
No. I’m not even gon’ say, for half the joy is
in hittin’ this bastard unawares. Thank you Sir
Saleski.
Amy Winehouse Performs “Love Is A Losing Game”
At The Mercury Music Awards
This breaks my heart, is what it does, and thank
God for that. Possibly the best track on Back To
Black given a sparse vocal-and-acoustic going
over front a crowd who expected that, if Amy did
show up, probably she’d spend the three minutes
of stage-time slicing her toes off and puking
needles out her hoo-hah and fisting crack-
addicted nuns for the price of a half-cooked
kebab. Instead, she floored every last bastard
with the most fragile, beautiful performance
they’d ever lain eyes on, I dare say, and with
the audacity to be completely void of ego about
the whole thing, too, shrugging her way offstage
as Jools Holland splutters himself in five about
how incredible she so very obviously is.
At The Mercury Music Awards
This breaks my heart, is what it does, and thank
God for that. Possibly the best track on Back To
Black given a sparse vocal-and-acoustic going
over front a crowd who expected that, if Amy did
show up, probably she’d spend the three minutes
of stage-time slicing her toes off and puking
needles out her hoo-hah and fisting crack-
addicted nuns for the price of a half-cooked
kebab. Instead, she floored every last bastard
with the most fragile, beautiful performance
they’d ever lain eyes on, I dare say, and with
the audacity to be completely void of ego about
the whole thing, too, shrugging her way offstage
as Jools Holland splutters himself in five about
how incredible she so very obviously is.
“Fuck You, That’s My Name”
James Foley’s 1992 screen adaptation of David
Mamet’s Glengarry Glenn Ross is a masterpiece.
Every scene is immaculate, every performance
sublime. Like Sidney Lumet’s 12 Angry Men it’s a
flick about old gits sitting around santering,
and yet, like Lumet, Foley never lets things get
any way stilted or stagy. It’s claustrophobic
and intimate and powerful. All that, however,
will only become apparent halfways through the
eighth or ninth viewing. Hitherto that moment,
all you can think about is Alec Fucking Baldwin.
Baldwin’s character wasn’t in the original play,
but I can only assume David Mamet demanded this
scene be included in every future performance
soon as he set eyes on those dailies. So intense
and spectacular is this scene that it was only
upon seeing the flick for the fifteenth time
that I even noticed that great moment when Al
Pacino calls Kevin Spacey a “stupid fucking
cunt”. Baldwin’s sneaks in like a ninja and with
merciless, comprehensive, ruthless efficiency,
steals the flick from every other bastard in the
credits. It takes brass balls to pull a stunt
like that, Baldwin. Brass fucking balls.
James Foley’s 1992 screen adaptation of David
Mamet’s Glengarry Glenn Ross is a masterpiece.
Every scene is immaculate, every performance
sublime. Like Sidney Lumet’s 12 Angry Men it’s a
flick about old gits sitting around santering,
and yet, like Lumet, Foley never lets things get
any way stilted or stagy. It’s claustrophobic
and intimate and powerful. All that, however,
will only become apparent halfways through the
eighth or ninth viewing. Hitherto that moment,
all you can think about is Alec Fucking Baldwin.
Baldwin’s character wasn’t in the original play,
but I can only assume David Mamet demanded this
scene be included in every future performance
soon as he set eyes on those dailies. So intense
and spectacular is this scene that it was only
upon seeing the flick for the fifteenth time
that I even noticed that great moment when Al
Pacino calls Kevin Spacey a “stupid fucking
cunt”. Baldwin’s sneaks in like a ninja and with
merciless, comprehensive, ruthless efficiency,
steals the flick from every other bastard in the
credits. It takes brass balls to pull a stunt
like that, Baldwin. Brass fucking balls.
The Little Richard Geico Advert
Maybe the best advert ever made, certainly the
best concept for one. Have a woman (a “real
customer, not a celebrity”) tell about how Geico
helped her enjoy her thanksgiving after she hit
a deer with her car, whilst Little Richard
interjects this or that crazed approximation of
her reactions at the time of the events in
question. Genius. I don’t even know what the
fuck Geico is, but I’m damn sure I want it.
Maybe the best advert ever made, certainly the
best concept for one. Have a woman (a “real
customer, not a celebrity”) tell about how Geico
helped her enjoy her thanksgiving after she hit
a deer with her car, whilst Little Richard
interjects this or that crazed approximation of
her reactions at the time of the events in
question. Genius. I don’t even know what the
fuck Geico is, but I’m damn sure I want it.
Aaron McMullan - Blue From Black
Finally, a bit of self-pimpery. This is a wee
video I made for Blue From Black, a track off of
the album Yonder! Calliope? which, if you fancy,
you can pick up from Ex Libris Records or from
Amazon.co.uk or itunes or wherever. Also, you
can sample a couple tracks on the ol' MySpace
page. The video is very, very lo-fi, comprised
of scribblings I made in a notebook, and is full
o’ flashing images, so be careful.
Finally, a bit of self-pimpery. This is a wee
video I made for Blue From Black, a track off of
the album Yonder! Calliope? which, if you fancy,
you can pick up from Ex Libris Records or from
Amazon.co.uk or itunes or wherever. Also, you
can sample a couple tracks on the ol' MySpace
page. The video is very, very lo-fi, comprised
of scribblings I made in a notebook, and is full
o’ flashing images, so be careful.
Thanks folks. Keep checking for updates and what
have you. And if your copyright is having the
balls trod off of it on account of something on
here, Fling An Email and I'll sort it out.
have you. And if your copyright is having the
balls trod off of it on account of something on
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