Showing posts with label 1990's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1990's. Show all posts
Saturday, September 17, 2011
FISH IN THE PERCOLATOR
Labels:
1990,
1990's,
coffee,
david lynch,
jack nance,
twin peaks,
youtube
Monday, August 15, 2011
HOSPITAL DUB
Wouldn't the world be a better place if this played throughout the rooms, hallways, and lobbies of every hospital?
Labels:
1990's,
1995,
earthbound,
hospitals,
keiichi suzuki,
music,
nintendo,
snes,
soundcloud,
videogames
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
OH MY CAR
Labels:
1990's,
1991,
final fight,
snes,
videogames,
youtube
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
COFFEE BREAK
Labels:
1990's,
1995,
coffee,
earthbound,
keiichi suzuki,
music,
nintendo,
snes,
soundcloud,
videogames
Saturday, March 26, 2011
PEE-PEE 1990
Evan introduced me to this last night (via Melanie):
Thursday, March 24, 2011
WOLVERINE
Labels:
1990's,
1994,
music,
snes,
theme songs,
videogames,
wolverine,
wolverine: adamantium rage,
x-men,
youtube
Monday, February 7, 2011
AT THE DARK END OF THE BAR
"I'm in a dayroom at a retirement home. A television plays Oprah in the corner. An elderly man sitting before it has fallen asleep in an old wicker wheel-chair. Others stare vacantly, some drooling, everyone in the room at various stages of decrepitude...
...But there was a time long ago, when they played hopscotch, pin the tail on the donkey. When they swung from monkey bars, chased one another in games of tag, jumped rope, climbed trees, and lay on their backs in the grass gazing up at the shapes of shifting clouds. And on their way back from the beach or the country were enfolded, sleeping in the arms of their loving parents. Who knew that there, in that shining child, lay the future.
...And now, this is the future...
...Well, welcome to life. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Here, have a pillow. Would you like a glass of urine? A beaker of shit? Ask me what time it is and I'll tell you how the watch is made."
- Joe Frank, At The Dark End Of The Bar
...But there was a time long ago, when they played hopscotch, pin the tail on the donkey. When they swung from monkey bars, chased one another in games of tag, jumped rope, climbed trees, and lay on their backs in the grass gazing up at the shapes of shifting clouds. And on their way back from the beach or the country were enfolded, sleeping in the arms of their loving parents. Who knew that there, in that shining child, lay the future.
...And now, this is the future...
...Well, welcome to life. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Here, have a pillow. Would you like a glass of urine? A beaker of shit? Ask me what time it is and I'll tell you how the watch is made."
- Joe Frank, At The Dark End Of The Bar
Labels:
1990's,
1997,
joe frank,
monologues,
radio,
somewhere out there
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