If you’ve been clocking The Doncast you’ll know I’m bumping Yelawolf, AKA Catfish Billy hard these days. (Komo) I even (gasp) BOUGHT something. WITH MONEY! Anyway, that video up there is kinda useless, other than for my astute observation – dude totally looks like Bruce Campbell. In a Lynch film.
Never mind that though. HAVE A SONG, FRIEND! Here’s His Pink Floyd thing:
OH MY DAYS! THIS IS AMAZING! MID NINETIES PRINCE ON THE MUPPETS! WOAH!
Mid nineties Prince, if you recall, didn’t have name, and wore big ass hoodies and stuff. He also called people “fool”, and said things like, “I aint into this leather and lace thing so much these days. I’m normal, just like the next day”. I think he might be my favourite Prince of all. Even more so than Purple Rain Prince. Serious.
“Further proof that Cam’ron probably sits around on the Internets all day,” notes Bol. “The first of course being that time he said he was gonna make his own version of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Then there was that time he sampled noted anatomy expert Alexyss K. Tylor. Don’t let me find out he’s got a secret Tumblr somewhere, with pictures of Shay Maria on it.”
Whatchoo think? I see it as a waster opportunity to be honest.
So, TMZ is reporting that Corey Haim died this morning “of an apparent overdose”. If this is true then it is fucking sad. I spent an inordinate ammount of my life last year watching The Two Coreys, a reality TV show starring Haim and his ole friend Corey Feldman. The first series was a relatively lighthearted exageration of their personalities – Feldman, the reformed, married artist, Haim, the heart broken former child-star, a perennial fuck up trying not to fall back into a life of Age Old Hollywood Monroian cliché.
Series two however was a total flipping Darkout, with new, grotesquely over-dramatic music soundtracking a series in which the Coreys fell out spectacularly, blaming each other for the child abuse they suffered at the hands of un-named entertainment types in the eighties. It was harrowing, uncomfortable viewing, and a perfect, brilliant testament to the black heart of the Western entertianment industry that makes monsters of its old and eats it’s young.
Yet, despite all the horrors, I will always remember Haim as I first saw him, as the wide eyed preteen Sam in Lost Boys, wandering around a comic shop with a look of joyous awe, singing in the bathtub, and proclaiming those immortal words in that final, awesome battle between the humans and the vampires: