Back from the rave

In an unexpected twist of fate, to-night I'll be (eventually) leaving my full-time retirement to claim my throne as the best disc-jockey to ever spin the turntables of the fabled club previously known as the Marabunta: not that I'm returning permanently, since it's only a test session before establishing the first Friday of every month as the rock & roll night, all packed with a live band. It's been a long time since I rockandrolled, though, and I don't know how will today audiences respond but hey, maybe we old-schoolers still got a thing or two to teach those abhoring youth (not so young, actually, as many of the usual attendees may be older than I, but then again)...

No, Joe...

Not only is G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra a deceiving depiction of the characters we -all?- knew, but its plot reminds me of that of the first X-Men film: the historical prologue, the attacked convoy, the Deus ex machina intervention of the good guys in the nick of time, two new reclutes introduced to a supergroup so secret it's actually non-existent and a madman's malevolus scheme to shape the face of the entire planet to its will; perhaps if I hadn't been reading SuperheroHype.com I'd have got some extra surprise from the unveiling of Cobra Commander but, then again, what's the point of having him or Destro start wearing a mask at the end of the movie, when everyone already knows who they really are? The leit motiv in the original series was that their true identities never were revealed... nor did they matter, for that fact. Plus, the shift in powers may be even more ridiculous than that of Revenge of the Sith...

Funny enough, this hereby homaging parody of G.I. Joe antics is much more accurate, funny and better played than Sommers' film, of which the highlight is a certain cameo by someone clad in uniform... and I ain' t talkin' 'bout Brendan Fraser! Heck, this video even has a real readheaded Scarlett, a decent -as in closely portrayed- Cobra Commander, a tougher Duke, a MILFy Baroness and even a final tingling:

World is musically doomed indeed

Seeing -listening?- how, after more than a decade later, fucking Guns & fuckin' Roses (namely, good ol' Axl Rose with a bunch of merchs) finally got Chinese Democracy out, one could tell anything is possible. Or reverse. Good news -if any- is Brian the Brain Mantia (of Primus infamous' Brown Album fame) is the new Schlagzeugspieler (?) for the latest incarnation of a band that had its there & then during the advent of the grunge era, or way before. Not that I'll be listening to Chinese Democracy anytime soon -nor will any of them chinese folks listen about a chinese democracy, hence the pun on the title-, but it's as good as an excuse to me for starting this blog, long delayed.

Besides, now that David Infinite Jester Foster Wallace hung himself up, someone'll have to write the next Great American Novel... and I happen to love footnotes, as well! Ohmyblog, I hope he never gets to read this...

^* Schlagzeugspieler? That might be German for «drummer» (I think).