Yesterday, news reports began circulating of a Channel Islands auction house selling what it claims is Ronald Reagan’s blood. The seller says the pro-market president would have wanted him to make a profit, but why you’d want to sell such a thing is much less important than why you’d want to buy it. There’s only one reason to purchase Reagan’s blood, and it should give us serious pause, as the consequences could be dire. As it happens, I am working on a novel, Reaganurassic Park, about this very topic, to be released as soon as a publisher returns my calls.
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As many times as we’ve heard Morrissey exclaim through multiple songs and various PETA campaigns that meat is, in fact, a murderous act, it’s hard to ignore how cool of a stage prop it can actually be. I mean, who doesn’t like a severed, bloody pig’s head in conjunction with their favorite band? Since 17, Teresa Suarez, aka Teri Gender Bender, founder and guitarist of Mexican garage Punk band, Le Butcherettes, has been using blood and gore for her live performances for reasons that extend far beyond the grotesque, and into the ideals and ethics of the importance of the feminist movement.
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When Sarim started playing drums for Livefastdie he was still under 21 and running around with a hilarious fake ID that said his name was Tyrone. After months of punching the clock on the drums, he was promoted to a position on guitar, where his guitary antics became the stuff of stupid cartoon legend. He would run onto the balcony and then jump off and get hurt. He would propel himself onto people’s backs and play the riff from “Panama” until his bandmates were screaming at him to knock it off. He famously wanged my boyo Thomas in the head with his guitar and turned him into a gushing geyser of blood and confusion. Sarim eventually got tired of just following another band’s lead and formed Liquor Store. Read the rest of this entry »