Like sand in an hourglass, these are the times of our lives…
Hey, who poured kahlua in my coffee?
Pick letter A, B, or C. That’s all there is to it, so baby, get to it.
Kramer, Thompson, Davis – Tyner, Smith = MC3 Kick Out the Jams, Moneygrubbers! MC5 guitarist Wayne Kramer hits the stage of a Los Angeles courtroom on March 20th to sue the film producers of the documentary MC5—A True Testimonial. He wants to make sure the film isn’t released unless a judge declares him the most important player in the 5’s saga—or something like that—by giving him hi$ due.
The family of the late great singer Rob Tyner mirrors the gig with Kramer later this year.
Here’s what we know, maybe: The MC5 were a great fucking band back like 35+ years ago. Watching the 5 onstage was not unlike standing on railroad tracks facing an approaching train only to get slammed with tremendous force and somehow survive the hit.
Gay analogy? Perhaps. But it was that exhilarating. The MC5 may have been one of the most powerful live rock bands in history.
Didn’t matter much to many in the late 60s and early 70s though—and like tons of groups, the 5 didn’t make it and fizzled, beaten by the usual suspects: sex, drugs, rock & roll, and money.
Not sure about sex part, but the other three more than likely.
Remember: There’s no business like show business.
Fast forward thirty or so years later, Future/Now films makes a swell documentary about the boys. Now everybody gets a decent scrapbook of the MC5. Except Kramer wants soundtrack rights for his own record label, and doesn’t get them. The film was shown briefly in Chicago and Detroit before being grounded by Brother Wayne.
Luckily, tons of music biz folk received a free review copy. Hence, boots of the movie all over place.
We heard the DKT/MC5 thing—it was an ungodly mess. In fact, it sucked compared to the real thing. Unfortunately, the MC5 story is playing out the exact opposite of the unbelievably successful Stooges reunion. Win some, lose some, motherfuckers.
Rob Tyner and Fred ‘Sonic’ Smith have left the building.
Let’s hope we don’t have to wait until Kramer, Dennis Thompson, and Michael Davis check out before the film sees the light of day.
A.) Bad news: What a shame--it’s always about money. B.) Good news: The money will roll in once they’re all dead. C.) Bummer. I’m going to put “KOTJ” in the player and turn it up to 10.
Knows How to Treat a Woman: Yanni Wannabe on Beaches & Bitches! Taking a page from the Yanni book on how to control your woman, Baywatch actor David Hasselhoff allegedly beat the crap out of his wife, Pamela.
She doesn’t like it, she ain’t gonna take it, they’re divorcing, and she wants big bucks.
Except for the getting beaten part--in some vague, kahlua-clouded way, she’s the Wayne Kramer of shitty TV shows!
A.) Hasselhoff played Mitch Buchannon; Kramer played a Fender. B.) Can’t read the blog right now—I’m still Googling Yanni. C.) Kahlua makes me puke.
Back Home to the Wife: Bono on Edge! Condolences to Australia, Japan, New Zealand, and Hawaii—U2 has cancelled tour dates scheduled there for later this month and early April.
Apparently, they’ve made too much money on this latest tour and it's weighing down the plane. The band’s managers—concerned the plane may crash--pondered the band’s personal and fiscal safety and made a decision.
They will fly home, unload the dough, divvy it up, load fresh overpriced merch onto the plane, refuel, and hit the skies again.
A.) That’s right—the show must go on, bitch. B.) If they walk away, I will follow. Well? Looking for writers? C.) If you ask me, U2 sucks.