Oct 062014

I’m not sure how Steel Panther didn’t enter my consciousness any sooner than this afternoon. Even with my limited pop culture diet, it seems like I’d have encountered an over-the-top parody of ’80s hair metal that also lays down some killer riffs.

Innuendo was a defining characteristic of much of the hard rock of my youth. An album could be about sex from the first song through the last, but it would just barely not mention it directly. Occasionally a band would, but usually only briefly, scurrying quickly back to the safer world of double entendres.


Steel Panther makes the music (and videos) of my youth, but with no restraint whatsoever. With all of the subtlety of a pole-dancing contest at morning Mass, this band cranks the vulgarity up to 11, then wrenches the knob around halfway again and rips it off. Boys, this is every childish, rude thought you ever had, brought to life with a disturbingly significant budget. It’s live-action Beavis and Butt-Head on steroids, but with absolutely no concern with whether what they’re doing will fly on TV.

I’m not linking to any of it directly. I take you to the front page of their site above, and that’s as far as I’m going. You know how to find videos on the Internet. It’s nearly impossible to overstate how gleefully, pervasively offensive some of their stuff is, and I’m not giving anyone the ability to say “yeah, I saw it on BoWilliams.com!” If you go looking for it, you’ve been warned. Don’t bring your indignation back to me.

But if you’re a GenX metalhead, the tackiest member of the circle you run with, or both, then make haste. Steel Panther is ridiculously entertaining.

 Posted by at 12:32 am
Sep 242014

blacklistI’m a very bad serial television watcher.

I’ve mentioned a few times that I gave it up entirely after Six Feet Under ended, because I never wanted to be so involved with a television show again. However, there have been some major changes in how programming is presented since that Sunday night in 2005. I got excited about those in this post, back in the spring.

I’ve determined that I messed up starting with Breaking Bad. It’s one of the best ever, which is most of why I haven’t been able to keep interest in anything else, I think. I got through the first season of Orange is the New Black in about three days, and now I’m stalled out on the fourth episode of the second season. I think I’ve watched the first half of it four times. I need to pull that plug. I just don’t care enough. It’s not a crime. It won’t go on my permanent record.

A friend is after me to watch Luther so she and I can talk about it. It’s short, so maybe I’ll manage that one.

Most of what I notice now with modern television is that folks look vaguely familiar. This image advertising the show The Blacklist started showing up just about everywhere I went online last week, it seemed. Hmm. I know that guy. Who is that guy?

Ah! Of course! It’s recovering alcoholic, cashmere sweater-owning, nascent rageaholic Stanky Hanky!

 Posted by at 7:33 am
Sep 172014

Went to Monaco Pictures last night with Dad and clan BamaDan to catch Guardians of the Galaxy. (Fun film.) I hadn’t been to the north end of Bridge Street in some time. All of the structure for the new parking deck adjacent to Belk appears to be in place. Now given my longstanding affection for [...]

 Posted by at 7:59 am

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