Raaaaddd

whoa, whoa, whoa. Stacey Peralta's new film jam. It seems it's premiering at a couple of Westcoast film festivals.. we'll have to wait patiently on the East coast..

Okay. This is probably the only time Christina Aguielera will ever be featured on this blog.. I felt I needed to point out how incredibly talented she is (vocally) but how incredibly inappropriately she is dressed for fucking ETTA JAMES' funeral. Or anyone's funeral for that matter.

Sometimes, one should know how to put themselves aside for the sake of others. Maybe in death? I think it's called respect for others.. But maybe it's a really sad generational reality that 30 year old pop stars feel wearing v neck blazers that travel well past the sternum during a funeral is what people want to grieve to. Sorry but despite talent, I can not look past females that can not keep their clothes on. I mean seriously.. musicians, artists, whatever.. WOMEN that can not keep their clothes on bother me. You'd think talent can speak for itself, but it's a sad reality to know that the products people sell, sell better with cleavage and the prospect of nudity. I don't care what you're selling- you're still selling sex. And I'm not trying to buy it. Because it's fucking bullshit.

I can't imagine any of the great female musicians of this century with their fake tanned, lumps of boobs hanging out while they were singing. And you know, even Tina Turner had insane style in some revealing numbers. And maybe that's what these silly pop stars lack is genuine, classic, style. It's just more or less straight bootleg, uncreative, Vegas stripper steez and it bums me out. The whole lazy ass stripper with their tits hanging out look is fucking later'd. Can't personal style match talent? Is that so naive?

Had to happen. Crailtap!

Hell yeah Lorena! Representin' out in Barcelona for sure. Throwing down some shit on some serious spots!

Canada doin' it. Shit. I got raw party footage of the Autumn Bowl laying around here somewhere..

The Killing of America (1982) Original, uncut footage.

"A documentary of the decline of America. It features a lot a footage (most exclusive to this film) from race riots to serial killers and much-much more. This documentary has never been released, distributed, televised nor made available for sale in the USA, it argues that it is all started when John Kennedy was assassinated in Texas 1963 combined with poverty, racism, the Vietnam war, and gun violence."

Sheesh, finally.