What an egg-cellent idea!

Here's the great Vincent Price as Egghead from the Batman TV series. It's stuck here in honor of my wife and the fact that she's shaving her head to help raise money for children's cancer research.

Now, here's a shameless plug. The St. Baldricks event is here in Raleigh on March 7. If you'd like to donate (and we'd really appreciate it if you did), you can do it here.

She's also donating her hair to one of those charities that makes wigs for kids who've lost their hair to cancer or some other health issue.

We're really egg-cited.

Hello Kitty Meets The Atlanta Braves

Time for some more Batman TV show stuff.

Found this great shot on a blog out there — and stole it.

Will everyone out there please say a prayer that the Batman TV show comes out on DVD?

Thank you, The Management

Ron Asheton, 1948-2009

I bought my copy of the Fun House LP at The Finest Record Store in Fort Collins, Colorado, just across the street from Colorado State. I lived in Greeley, half an hour away, and I can still see that record sitting in the passenger seat of my VW Rabbit on the drove home.

I was very familiar with Iggy's solo stuff and the first Stooges record, but this one was totally new to me. God, that cover! It was a really scary thing, just daring me to drive home and plop it on the turntable.

Fourteen thousand plays later — after the vinyl, the CD, the boxed set and the remastered CD — it's still a really scary thing. And a big fat contender for the single greatest Rock N Roll record every made. Right up there with Rubber Soul and Pet Sounds.

And still, no other guitar, on no other record, sounds like that.

"Cattle beware of snipers"*

Started out listening to Fun House by The Stooges this morning, with the mighty Ron Asheton on my mind. I really wasn't up to that one, so for some reason I drug out Back To The Egg by Paul McCartney & Wings. I really dug this record when it came out, adding a little edge to the usual Wings thing. Sounds to me like Paul had picked up a copy of Never Mind The Bullocks after cranking out London Town.

Then, to add to the whole deal, I checked out a bootleg of the very last Wings show from Scotland in December of 1979, when they were touring for Back To The Egg. (It's called Last Flight and it's on Vigotone.) The band's next stop was gonna be Japan, of course, but Paul's suitcase took care of that. And that was the end of Wings.

This was the first Beatlesque record I bought new as a full-fledged, card-carrying Beatle geek. Got it the day it came out and played in constantly for weeks and weeks. No wonder it casts such a large shadow across my turntable. Anyway, over lunch, I thought I'd write something intelligent about this record, urging people to drag it out of their vinyl stash and give it another listen. It got slammed back in '79, but I feel it's really underrated — and probably my personal favorite McCartney record end-to-end.

But I found this great article/reappraisal on The Beachwood Reporter site. They take a very informed, yet smartass approach to the record, saving me the trouble.

And I'm still just sick about Ron Asheton.

* That's a line from "Getting Closer."

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