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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Total Recall: 15 Memorable Movie Stoners

Our most smokin' list yet.

After Super High Me, Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay, Smiley Face, and Strange Wilderness, today's release of Pineapple Express marks the fifth notable stoner movie of 2008. Are we in the midst of a genre golden age? Pineapple co-star/writer Seth Rogen insists this is less a stoner movie and more a movie with a lot of smoking (and shooting) in it, which got our wheels clicking: what are the most interesting portrayals of marijuana users out there, and how many of them are in movies actually classified as a stoner movie? Read on to check out Rotten Tomatoes' findings, and check out the Top 10 Stoner Movies over at our sister site, IGN Movies.




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15. Sam, Dewey Cox's drummer
As seen in: Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (2007)

Zen moment: "It makes sex even better!"

Smart weed noobs know it's best to have an experienced user around during a first smoke sesh, and one would be hard-pressed to find a better trip guide than Sam, Dewey Cox's loyal drummer. In one of Walk Hard's many running jokes, Sam is frequently caught in flagrante with groupies, half-heartedly resisting Dewey before sharing some drugs. As played by Tim Meadows, Sam lays out the pleasures of marijuana, coke, and ecstasy straight up, and, best of all, never backs off when the rules are broken: "You never paid for the drugs. Not even once!"








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14. Floyd, the roommate
As seen in: True Romance (1993)

Zen moment: "You guys wanna smoke a bowl or, uhh..."

He's hardly in the movie, but for more than a few fans of 1993's True Romance, Brad Pitt's perpetually stoned Floyd steals the show -- no mean feat for a guy who never even gets off the couch, doesn't do much besides smoke out of a bong made out of an empty container of honey, and has to go up against similarly terrific (and similarly brief) performances from Christopher Walken, Gary Oldman, Bronson Pinchot, James Gandolfini, and Michael Rapaport. It was no accident, though -- Quentin Tarantino's script came soaked in blood, and Tony Scott's direction added a layer of visual brilliance, but Floyd? Floyd gave us a few minutes of blissed-out humor between the gunshots.



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13. The Freelings
As seen in: Poltergeist (1982)

Zen moment: "Just have an open mind. Reach back into our past when I used to know you with one and use it for the next couple of minutes."


Written, produced, and virtually ghost-directed by Steven Spielberg, Poltergeist clearly comes from a personal place and it shows in the small details littered throughout the movie. One scene, for example, shows Mama and Papa Freeling (Craig T. Nelson and JoBeth Williams) casually smoking, talking, and goofing around in bed. Their marijuana use actually makes them more sympathetic as characters: judging by their oldest daughter's age and the movie's setting, the Freelings were flower children who married and had children young. It's a juggling act for the two to keep in touch with their youth as they settle down into the dull suburban dream (soon to be invaded by some pissed-off, face-destroying ghosts).







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12. Annie Hall
As seen in: Annie Hall (1977)

Zen moment: "You've been seeing a psychiatrist for 15 years. You should smoke some of this. You'd be off the couch in no time."

Arguably, drug portrayal in movies has different meanings in different decades. With Easy Rider, it opened America's eyes to the long-gestating counterculture movement. The Cheech & Chong series kickstarted the good times attitude that lasted well into 80s cinema. And modern stoner classics (the Harold and Kumars, Pineapple Express) explore decriminalization and the pursuit of freedom of choice. Diane Keaton's Annie Hall, as a rare positive portrayal of a woman under the influence, is a brand of female empowerment, a naive New York intellectual who plagued the city at the time.




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11. Steve Zissou
As seen in: The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou (2004)

Zen moment: "Supposedly Cousteau and his cronies invented the idea of putting walkie-talkies into the helmet. But we made ours with a special rabbit ear on the top so we could pipe in some music."


Steve Zissou: oceanographer, documentary star, and self-proclaimed "showboat, and a little bit of a prick." Wes Anderson works have a small reputation as arthouse stoner flicks (chill movies with outbursts of action, emotion, and rad music), but The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou is his only one that addresses the issue head on. Bill Murray's Zissou is seen regularly smoking on his seaside misadventures, and one memorable scene has him rushing to the stern of his boat after learning about his illegitimate son, with David Bowie's "Life on Mars?" swelling on the soundtrack. It's a beautiful and sad moment, portraying a broken man resorting to his last defense against life's little lemons.








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10. Wayne Campbell
As seen in: Wayne's World (1992)

Zen moment: "Party on!"

You never see Wayne Campbell, co-host of the most awesome public access show ever, do any drugs. Hell, the issue never even comes up. But similar to The Monkees comedies, Wayne's World uses typically "stoner" humor while adroitly avoiding the issue completely. The plot has hilariously bizarre tangents, people cruise around doing nothing but singing and satisfying their munchies (director Penelope Spheeris inserts a shot of a White Castle; read that however you will), and Wayne and Garth have random philosophical discussions while looking at the sky. Or maybe that was just how the 90s were.






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9. The Half-Baked trio
As seen in: Half-Baked (1998)

Zen moment: "So y'all wanna smoke?"

Most of the movies on this list include one or two stoners, but let's hear it for 1998's Half Baked: Almost everyone in this critically reviled cult classic has five on it, including Steven Wright's "guy on the couch," a character with amazing, near-total inertia. Our favorites, though, are Thurgood, Brian, and Scarface, the cheeba-selling trio played by Dave Chappelle, Brian Breuer, and Guillermo Diaz, buddies forced into dealing stolen medical marijuana in order to raise bail for their friend Kenny, who was arrested for accidentally murdering a horse. (Look, it's a stoner comedy. What do you want, The 400 Blows?) As a film, there isn't much to it -- something critics were only too happy to point out -- and Chappelle himself was unhappy with the final script, but as the movie's enduring popularity on the home market attests, critics and Dave Chappelle don't always know what they're talking about.








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8. Billy and Wyatt
As seen in: Easy Rider (1969)

Zen moment: "It's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace."

They may not be the original movie stoners, but Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper -- otherwise known as Wyatt and Billy, the protagonists of Easy Rider -- are easily two of the most iconic characters to put the "bud" in "buddies"; their spiritual freedom-seeking road trip in this 1969 feature not only gave filmgoers a ground-level view of the counterculture, it also helped kickstart the New Hollywood era of the early '70s, and influenced countless future filmmakers in the process. In a pleasantly ironic postscript, the National Film Registry added Easy Rider to its list, deeming it "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant." Not bad for a pair of motorcycle-riding hippies, man.




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7. Bill S. Preston, Esq, & Ted "Theodore" Logan
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s seen in: Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989), Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey (1991)

Zen moment: "Be excellent to each other."

If you were a child of the late 1980s (or plain unobservant), the Bill and Ted movies fall into the Wayne's World category: there's nothing alluding to anything illicit in its humor. It's just kinda dumb and weird and harmless, perfect for impressionable young kids. But now that we've all wisened up, the Bill and Ted movies stick to the tenets of stoner comedy pretty closely: silly one-liners, scatterbrained plot, and a slacker entitlement mentality that illustrates we can be successful doing the same ridiculous things we do every day. Ah, if only life seemed as good as when we were kids (or when we're intoxicated).








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6. Smokey
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s seen in: Friday (1995)

Zen moment: "Weed is from the earth. God put this here for me and you. Take advantage man, take advantage."

All he ever does anymore is make Rush Hour movies, but once upon a time, Chris Tucker's biggest calling card was his turn as the stash-dipping dope dealer Smokey in this 1995 cult classic. Middle America was terrified of South Central L.A. in the early-to-mid '90s, thanks in part to the '92 riots and the music of groups like co-star Ice Cube's old day gig, N.W.A., but the good old-fashioned weed humor and day-in-the-life plot of the script (written by Cube and DJ Pooh) helped Friday produce a $28 million return on its $3.5 million budget -- not to mention a series of sequels and Ice Cube's budding career as a family film star. Another sequel is said to be in the works, and like the others, it probably won't feature Tucker -- but fans continue to hope for his long-overdue return from rehab.






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5. Jeff Spicoli
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s seen in: Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)

Zen moment: "What Jefferson was saying was, 'Hey! You know, we left this England place 'cause it was bogus; so if we don't get some cool rules ourselves -- pronto -- we'll just be bogus too!' Get it? "

Amy Heckerling's 1982 classic is remembered for many things -- Cameron Crowe's near-perfect script; early appearances from Nicolas Cage, Anthony Edwards, Forest Whitaker, and Eric Stoltz; Phoebe Cates on the diving board -- but one of the movie's biggest, most enduring gifts to cinema was proof, in the form of the perpetually baked surfer Jeff Spicoli, that Sean Penn can be side-splittingly hilarious if he wants to. Sprinkled like brownie crumbs between the movie's more serious bits, Penn's scenes as Spicoli --particularly those when he goes up against his nemesis, the sputtering Mr. Hand -- provide Fast Times with some of the finest comic relief in early '80s American cinema. Oh, gnarly!





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4. Harold & Kumar
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s seen in: Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle (2004), Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay (2008)

Zen moment: "The universe tends to unfold as it should."

Endless movies are built around the concept of the odd couple, but how much of an odd couple can you be when you can effortlessly blend into a crowd? Enter Harold and Kumar, a racially diverse BFF duo for our modern times. Their enduring popularity stems from how versatile their comedy can be: as the first stoner duo in our post Cheech and Chong, Bill and Ted world; as instruments to explore racial inequalities; and in the recent sequel, wanderers in an uncertain nation. They're also both idiots in their own specific ways, which is always hilarious.





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3. Jay & Silent Bob
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s seen in: Clerks (1994), Mallrats (1995), Chasing Amy (1997), Dogma (1999), Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (2001), Clerks II (2006),

Zen moment: "You know, there's a million fine-looking women in the world, dude. But they don't all bring you lasagna at work. Most of 'em just cheat on you."

From the moment they appeared in 1994's Clerks, Jay and Silent Bob -- otherwise known as Monmouth County, NJ's biggest John Hughes fans, and the scourge of any cops unlucky enough to pull duty at Quick Stop Groceries -- were an instant hit. Played by Jason Mewes and Kevin Smith, the foul-mouthed weed-dealing duo has appeared in nearly all of Smith's films (a notable exception being Jersey Girl, and we all know how well that turned out), even inspiring their own spinoff feature in 2001's Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Though they aren't your typical movie stoners -- Jay is hyperactive, and Silent Bob, when he does speak, is unfailingly profound -- they are the only characters on this list to inspire comic book characters named Bluntman and Chronic.






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2. The Dude
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s seen in: The Big Lebowski (19982)

Zen moment: "That rug really tied the room together."

Now what's a drug user without a colorful cast of characters to surround himself with? Sure, The Dude's (Jeff Bridges) antics are now the stuff of legend, but there's a reason why stoner movies usually come equipped with two main heroes: seeing one guy do drugs is kinda depressing; seeing two or more makes it an adventure. The Dude's cohorts: Walter (John Goodman), an unstable militant, and Donny (Steve Buscemi), a spacey, good-natured doormat. The three occupy their own pointy end on the personality triangle, but they're brought together through one shared, common belief: "That rug really tied the room together."







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1. Cheech & Chong
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s seen in: Up in Smoke (1978)

Zen moment: "Responsibility is a heavy responsibility."

Chronologically speaking, they may not be the grandfathers of cinematic stoners, but who cares? Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong elevated self-medicating humor to an art form, first through a series of popular albums, then a succession of top-grossing movies, including Up in Smoke (47 percent), Nice Dreams (50 percent), and Still Smokin' (17 percent). Critics, obviously, have never had much use for the duo's leafy brand of humor, but that hasn't stopped Cheech & Chong from enjoying long-running careers in television and film. Marin left for not-so-green pastures in the mid-'80s, expressing a desire to branch out into non-marijuana-related areas, but he and Chong are back together again -- they recently announced plans to reunite for a tour.



A pro bowler who uses two hands? Now that's refreshing

In America, we have an impassioned rhetoric of independence and self-determination. We are a nation rooted in the creative imaginations of dissenting radicals. Yet, why are so many Americans so quick to conform?

More specifically, why is a two-handed bowler such a big deal?

Jason Belmonte

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Belmonte's style is unorthodox, but what's wrong with that?

Meet Jason Belmonte -- that is, if you haven't already, since he's recently been featured in the Wall Street Journal, the L.A. Times, the Denver Post and on "Good Morning America." Quite the resumé for a 25-year-old Australian bowler who isn't even on the PBA Tour, right?

Belmonte bowled his first ball when he was a toddler, at the bowling center his parents built in New South Wales, Australia. His parents handed the little tyke a ball that weighed about as much as he did, hoping it would keep him busy for a while. It worked. The boy was determined to get the ball down the lane on his own. But instead of setting it down on the ground and pushing it, he cradled it with both hands and shoveled it down the alley, over and over again.

Despite growing up to be a pretty serious bowler, Belmonte never grew out of having both hands on the ball. The more serious he got about the game, however, the more people tried to talk him out of using both hands. Belmonte entertained the thought, until a momentous realization struck him.

"I was probably about 10 years old, [and] my dad took me to a coaching clinic in Sydney held by some of Australia's best," Belmonte recalled. "We drove over there and I was so optimistic about the help they would give my game. I remember, during my very first shot, they watched me and they thought I was just mucking around. They came right over to me and told me that it was for real now, and I was like, 'OK, uh, then I'll try real hard now.' I didn't know what they meant."

Right after that first practice session ended, the coaches approached Belmonte and told him the best advice they could give him was to stop immediately and learn how to bowl one-handed. "That was a bit of a kick in the gut," Belmonte said. "These were the greatest coaches in Australia, so I respected their opinion. But I went to my dad and I told him what they said. He asked me if I wanted to learn how to bowl one-handed. I said I didn't. My dad told me to pack up my stuff. That was it."

Belmonte and his dad just up and left and never went back to the coaching clinic, or to the idea of bowling one-handed, ever again. But that didn't keep Belmonte away from the lanes. By age 16, Belmonte had logged his first perfect game, and by 17 he'd won his first tournament.

Today, at age 25, and after some six years of professional bowling with both hands planted firmly aside the ball and a thumbhole eternally left agape, Belmonte has earned accolades, international respect and a flurry of attention from folks in the U.S. His style and success led the Professional Bowlers Association to offer him commissioner's exemptions to two events already this season. This immediately raised some eyebrows, as the PBA had never given a player two exemptions in the same season before, let alone to consecutive events.

As with any exception to the norm, Belmonte was met with some resistance.

"Some guys have a problem with the exemptions and the attention that I'm getting," Belmonte said. "I've had conversations with these guys, and I've told them that if it wasn't me it would be somebody else doing something outside of the box for the sport, you know? But it just so happens to be me.

"It's more than these tournaments this year, and it's more than a Wall Street Journal article. I'm not trying to steal thunder and money. We've all got to get together. That's what I want people to know. I'm not bowling like this for me. It's what I do. It's what I've always done. Plus, if it makes somebody tune in to a broadcast to have a look at it, then we all win."

It should be noted that Belmonte is doing well. He turned heads with a 10th-place finish in the season-opening PBA World Championship event and a 15th-place finish in the Denny's Dick Weber Open. And, it's been proven that his two-handed method creates more power, by increasing ball revolutions per minute.

You can't say his technique is ineffective. All you can say is, it's not the norm.

"It might not be textbook, but when it's working, I'm having fun and I can beat anybody," Belmonte said. "I feel like, if I can just learn a little more about this technique and put it all together, there's no question in my mind that I can win. I can win on the PBA Tour.

"In the future, I think we'll see more two-handed bowlers. There's no doubting that you can get more power. It's just different than what everyone else is doing."

It is very different. The tendency in sports, and in society, is to submit and conform. Sadly, many other young non-conformists like Belmonte will be obediently coached out of their individual idiosyncrasies, no matter how creative or effective they are, just because someone said so.

With this in mind, I tip my cap to Jason Belmonte, who is boldly lending an extra hand to better bowling and trail blazing.

Mary Buckheit is a Page 2 columnist. She can be reached at marybuckheit@hotmail.com.

Apple touch-screen netbook in Q3?


Boom: Apple netbook in Q3 -- that's the rumor being spread by the Commercial Times / DigiTimes tag-team of electronics tattlers. Apparently, Wintek will supply the touch-panels to Quanta computer who'll be tasked with assembling Apple's netbook. Take this one with a grain of salt though -- while these two Taiwan-based magazines tend to be accurate with insider info related to Taiwan-based companies like Acer and ASUS, they can often be wide of the mark with rumors related to foreign companies. Unless of course we missed the launch of the Blu-ray Xbox 360 and G5 PowerBooks.

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Whole village put up for sale for £22 million

An entire village, complete with two blacksmiths, a shop and a cricket club, has been put up for sale for a cool £22.5 million.

Linkenholt: Whole village put up for sale for £22 million
Linkenholt: Whole village put up for sale for £22 million Photo: TOM STOCKILL

Nestling in the rolling countryside of the North Wessex Downs, Linkenholt is the archetypal English village. Now, for a cool £22.5 million, it could all be yours, as the entire village – including every house in it – goes up for sale.

The historic village of 22 houses and cottages is part of a 2,000 acre estate which will go on the market later this month.

It is located in the Test Valley, north Hampshire, near the borders with Berkshire and Wiltshire – a region officially designated by Natural England as an area of outstanding natural beauty

Among the properties included for sale are a cricket pitch and pavilion, which doubles as the village hall, a large three-storey manor house, and a village shop run from the front room of one of the homes.

Also included in the sale are two properties from which agricultural blacksmiths operate, a commercial shoot, farming land, and an educational activity centre for children.

The only property in the village not owned by the estate is its church, St Peters, which dates back to the 12th century but was rebuilt significantly in 1871. It still holds services, on the third Sunday of each month.

Tina Abbott, 59, who runs the village shop from her home, has lived in the village for 39 years.

She said: "We understand that whoever buys the estate will get everything, lock stock and barrel. It has got to be someone who will run it like it is now.

"It used to be a really close knit community because everyone living here worked on the farm estate. It isn't quite like that now. But is still a wonderful place to live.

"If you go quarter of a mile outside the village in any direction, you can look around you and not see another living soul."

All the properties are currently rented out, including the manor house, and all the tenants will be able to remain in their homes after the sale. The Trust has said it intends to sell the estate whole, rather than break it up.

Villagers said the current tenants of the manor house were Swedish, with connections to the Swedish royal family.

Ray Smith, former head keeper on the estate, said the King of Sweden had been to the village to go shooting.

"They are great friends. I shook hands with the King when he came over. The estate is very good for shooting. I imagine that will be what sells it."

Colin Boast, who runs Linkenholt Forge, said: "It would be nice if the new owner would come and live on the estate. It would be good if they lived here and could oversee it all."

He added: "There is a lot of history here. There has been a forge here since the year dot. And the people here are so friendly. Everyone knows everyone else. There are a lot of characters in the village who go back years."

The estate is currently owned by a charitable trust, set up by Herbert Blagrave – a keen cricketer, racehorse owner and trainer and one time president of Southampton Football Club – and his brother, Peter. Herbert Blagrave, who owned the land, died more than 20 years ago.

The Herbert and Peter Blagrave Charitable Trust was set up to provide funds for organisations helping disabled children and injured jockeys. It also set up the activity centre on the estate to help children learn more about the countryside.

The Trust is selling the estate in order to reinvest the proceeds and will continue to function, as well as to run the activity centre at Linkenholt.

The village has around 40 inhabitants, all of whom will receive booklets from the estate, informing them of the sale plans.

The village is being sold through estate agents Jackson-Stops and Staff. A spokeswoman said: "The trust wants to reinvest in a more diverse portfolio. The estate will definitely be sold as a whole."

She said an asking price had not yet been decided upon, but experts have put the value at between £17.5 and £22.5 million.

One industry expert, who knows the estate well and who asked not to be named, said: "The buyer will likely be a private individual. There are still people with money about.

"A year ago, the price might have been about £3 million more. It has dropped, but not dramatically.

"Estates of this size and quality in the "super prime" league are rare beasts. They don't come on the market very often.

"People are backing agricultural land as something that is going to rise in value. And this area is close to the M4 corridor and aesthetically very beautiful. The real draws are its location, its shoot and its farming. The cricket club is a nice little bonus."

Circuit City: And Now It's Dead

It goes out with a pained mumble—not quite a whisper, definitely not a bang. Today, after 50 years, Circuit City no longer exists. A moment of silence is in order.

We (and others) have already said goodbye quite a bit:

Best Buy Says Goodbye
Circuit City Employees' Final Words as Circuit City Employees
Their Dignity Is Not for Sale... Well, Nevermind
Why Circuit City Closed (According to Circuit City Employees)
The Circle of Life: Circuit City Buildings to Become High Schools?
A Violent Goodbye
Best Buy Rubs Salt in Circuit City's Gaping Wound
Why I Shopped at Circuit City (By Choice)
Even in Death, It Managed to Screw People Over
The Beginning of the End

Rob at BoingBoing Gadgets has this pretty sad clip of the last straggling item at his local Circuit City:

But what's one more good-bye? Leave your fondest (or most wretched) memories below. [Image: F33/Flickr]


The truth about Marijuana

The Union: The business behind getting high

BC's illegal marijuana trade industry has evolved into a business giant, dubbed by some involved as 'The Union', Commanding upwards of $7 billion Canadian annually. With up to 85% of 'BC Bud' being exported to the United States, the trade has become an international issue. Follow filmmaker Adam Scorgie as he demystifies the underground market and brings to light how an industry can function while remaining illegal. Through growers, police officers, criminologists, economists, doctors, politicians and pop culture icons, Scorgie examines the cause and effect nature of the business - an industry that may be profiting more by being illegal. Written by Brett Harvey

The Union: The Business Behind Getting High is a movie about the big industry that creates and selling illegal Cannabis.Cannabis is still illegal most parts of the world,despite that cigarettes and Alcohol is taking more life's then Cannabis. Written by Feltherre

Britney Spears last night: 'My pussy is hanging out'


Britney leaving the stage for another wardbrobe change. Doesn't realize mic is still live and says, "My p*ssy is hanging out!"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Awesome photo from Smithsonian Photo Contest


Smithsonian has posted the 50 finalists from their annual photo contest. Awesome photos - I love this one.

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Still Think Polar Bears Are Cute?

Male girdle? 'Mirdle' tucks tummy flab

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The Equmen Core Precision Undershirts undershirts promise "to do for guy's chests what Spanx have done for flabby female thighs."

It's for the man who has a little too much of everything — the man girdle, or "mirdle."

In a land where metrosexuals reign, a London department store is hoping to cash in on the lucrative men's underwear market Thursday by launching a throwback to the Victorian era, a gut-cinching garment that designers say will help men make it through these belt-tightening times.

The stretchy contraptions resemble normal sleeveless tank tops or long-sleeved T-shirts — only shrunk down two or three sizes in a special blend of Spandex, nylon and polyester. Control underwear will be launched later this year."It makes waists look trimmer, improves posture and helps men get into the latest slimmer fitting suits," said Gavin Jones, head of the Australian company Equmen, which launched its male shapewear line in Selfridges on Thursday. "Men are under a lot of pressure right now to perform financially, socially and romantically. Why shouldn't we have the same products that women have had for years to make us feel better?"

Europe has been at the forefront of the metrosexual revolution, illustrated by images of a svelte Daniel Craig in tight bathing trunks or a fitted tuxedo as 007, and a near hairless David Beckham in white Armani bikini briefs — larger-than-life ads that stretch out across London's double-decker buses. Even Clive Owen, the British actor known for his rugged good looks and reticent characters, is the face of Lancome's new anti-aging skin-care line.

A booming business
As male vanity has increased in the past decade, so have retail sales.

In the United Kingdom, sales of men's grooming products — moisturizers, home waxing kits, manicure kits — totaled some 840 million pounds ($1.18 billion dollars) last year, according to a report from market research firm Mintel.

Similarly, men's underwear sales are growing faster than women's. In Selfridges, sales of men's underwear were up 21 percent whereas women's underwear grew by some 10 percent last year. The UK alone totaled roughly 679 million pounds ($957 million) in men's underwear sales in 2007 — the latest statistics available — whereas the U.S. tallied about $4.9 billion in 2008, according to Mintel.

Equmen's undershirts promise "to do for guy's chests what Spanx have done for flabby female thighs."

"Brands like Spanx have been huge for women, so we thought pretty soon the same thing would happen for men," said Mithun Ramanandi, a Selfridges underwear buyer. "We saw the brand last year and it was something that didn't look like a corset — something that men could wear to look slimmer without looking silly."

Spanx, one of the leading brands of shapewear for women which exceeded $350 million in retail sales last year, is also considering a new line for men.

"We have something in the works," said Misty Elliott, a spokeswoman for the Atlanta-based company. "Men have been asking us for it and let's face it — they want to take advantage of the style tricks women have been using for years."

Department stores in the United States, such as Saks Fifth Avenue, are also offering lines of male control wear. Saks started carrying a line last year from 2(X)ist, which features briefs and slimming undershirts.

Men's control wear has been around since Victorian times in Britain, where dandies such as Lord Byron and Oscar Wilde were known for their fanciful and slightly feminine outfits. Advertisements for male girdles became popular in the 1930s but many of the products struggled to look different than women's undergarments.

Today's man girdle looks like something Marlon Brando might have worn in "A Streetcar Named Desire" — a slimmer and more coifed Brando, that is.

"An old relative of mine said there used to be men and women, now there's this gray," said Pete Bainbridge, 31, a consultant in financial services. "I suppose some people want to look good. It's not my taste."

Male options
Retailers say it's not about making men more feminine, it's about giving them more options.

Some agree, in theory.

"I suppose I would buy products I wouldn't have 10 years ago," said Adam Lazarus, 51, a business consultant.

Jones, who founded Equmen in 2007, said he got the idea by looking at specialty clothes that athletes wear.

"I thought if there is apparel that can help shave off a second of the time for swimmers or cyclists there must be something that could improve the performance of hardworking men who have kids and a mortgage to pay — a man who doesn't necessarily have time to get off the merry-go-round and make himself look and feel better."

Selfridges, which opened up a spa last year for men, has increased their underwear department by more than a third in its flagship London store. In its other UK locations, the underwear department has tripled in space to make room for specialty garments like Equmen's.

"If it's going to be called a bloody girdle or 'mirdle' then I'll take it on the cheek if it gets men to try it," says Jones. "But I think there needs to be line drawn between a man wacking on a bit of mascara and buying a product that's going to give him more confidence and keep his belly from hanging over his belt."

Equmen's precision undershirts, start at 49 pounds ($69 dollars). Other lines for warmer climates will be released soon.

Surfing: The Bliss of Shore-Pounding Waves (PHOTOSET)


Clark Little goes to great lengths to get capture these breaks from right inside the wave.

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Cute hamburger cupcakes!

Cute hamburger cupcakes! by smileys sweets.
I love how these cute little hamburger cupcakes came out! Doesn't it make you want summer to come? They look like little sliders :)

Cupcakes are so wonderful and versatile, aren't they? These are vanilla cuppies with a chocolate cuppie in between, green coconut for the lettuce and frosting for the mustard and ketchup! I used a bit of fresh orange juice to brush the tops so the sesame seeds would stick!

Japanese gadget controls iPod in blink of an eye

by Miwa Suzuki The new gizmo -- called the "Mimi Switch" or "Ear Switch"

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A wink, a smile or a raised eyebrow could soon change the music on your iPod or start up the washing machine, thanks to a new Japanese gadget. The device looks like a normal set of headphones but is fitted with a set of infrared sensors that measure tiny movements inside the ear that result from different facial expressions.

A wink, a smile or a raised eyebrow could soon change the music on your iPod or start up the washing machine, thanks to a new Japanese gadget.

The device looks like a normal set of headphones but is fitted with a set of infrared sensors that measure tiny movements inside the ear that result from different facial expressions.

The gizmo -- called the "Mimi Switch" or "Ear Switch" -- is connected to a micro-computer that can control electronic devices, essentially making it a hands-free remote control for anything.

"You will be able to turn on room lights or swing your washing machine into action with a quick twitch of your mouth," said its inventor, Kazuhiro Taniguchi of Osaka University.

"An iPod can start or stop music when the wearer sticks his tongue out, like in the famous Einstein picture. If he opens his eyes wide, the machine skips to the next tune. A wink with the right eye makes it go back.

"The machine can be programmed to run with various other facial expressions, such as a wriggle of the nose or a smile."

The Mimi Switch could also store and interpret data and get to know its user, said Taniguchi, chief researcher at Osaka University's Graduate School of Engineering Science in western Japan.

"It monitors natural movements of the face in everyday life and accumulates data," Taniguchi told AFP in an interview. "If it judges that you aren't smiling enough, it may play a cheerful song."

Some may use the device for relaxation -- perhaps by changing music hands-free while reading a book -- but Taniguchi said it could also have more serious applications to make people's lives safer and easier.

"If the system is mounted on a hearing aid for elderly people, it could tell how often they sneeze or whether they are eating regularly," he said.

"If it believes they are not well, it could send a warning message to relatives."

The device could also serve as a remote control for appliances for physically disabled people, from cameras and computers to air conditioners, or alert medical services if a person has a fit, he said.

The Ear Switch follows on from an earlier device called the Temple Switch that was small enough to fit inside a pair of eyeglasses and also read the flick of an eyelid.

"As the ear switch is put in the ears, its optical sensors are unaffected by sunlight," Taniguchi said.

He said he was planning to patent his new device in Japan and abroad, work on a wireless version, and seek corporate funding to market it for practical uses -- something he expected might take two or three years.

(c) 2009 AFP

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Talk isn't cheap? For cellphone users, not talking is costly too

A study shows many customers pay for much more time than they use
David Lazarus

March 8, 2009

If you're like most cellphone users, you probably think you're paying less than 10 cents per minute for calls. Think again.

When you do the math, you find the average cellphone customer actually pays more than $3 per minute, according to a report being issued this week by the Utility Consumers' Action Network, a San Diego consumer advocacy group.

I got a sneak peek at the report the other day.

Researchers arrived at the average $3.02-per-minute charge by comparing the average number of minutes charged in more than 700 San Diego consumers' telecom bills and dividing by the average number of actual minutes used.

"We knew it was a myth that wireless costs were going down," said Michael Shames, UCAN's executive director. "But we were blown away by the actual costs."

That $3-per-minute figure is skewed by the relatively small percentage of people who pay for a lot of minutes but barely use any. But even when those folk are taken out of the mix, most wireless customers still pay between 50 cents and $1 per minute, the study found.

Shames said this wasn't a problem just for San Diego residents. He said the findings of the report were representative of cellphone use and bills nationwide.

That's something to keep in mind as an increasing number of people abandon traditional land lines and embrace a wireless-only lifestyle. More than ever, you have to make sure you're in a calling plan that fits your needs.

Among other findings in the report:

* Only about 8% of land line customers pay less than 10 cents per minute for long-distance calls. The majority pay well over 10 cents per minute, with 20% of people paying more than 50 cents per minute and 10% paying more than $1.

* The cost of additional phone services has soared. In AT&T's case, the cost of call waiting has risen 86% since 2004, the cost of an unlisted number is up 346% and the cost of directory assistance has skyrocketed 1,630%.

* The average cellphone customer uses only about a third of "any time minutes" allowed by most wireless plans. The rest are paid for but wasted.

Many of the findings -- particularly the average cost per minute of wireless service -- have been speculated about for years by telecom observers. The UCAN report represents one of the first attempts to quantify costs based on a relatively broad sample of customers.

Bottom line: Most telecom customers are buying more product than they use, and that's pure gravy for service providers.

"It's hard for customers to gauge how much of this product they're going to use," Shames said. "The phone companies basically force you to calculate in advance something that's very difficult to calculate."

The big dogs of the telecom industry -- AT&T Inc. and Verizon Communications Inc. -- insist that they're dedicated to making customers happy and ensuring that people have the best possible calling plans for their needs.

"We encourage people to look at their bill, question their bill, and call us if they see anything that's not right," said John Britton, an AT&T spokesman.

Ken Muche, a spokesman for Verizon Wireless, echoed this sentiment. "If you're not using the total amount of minutes in the bucket, we'll work with you to get you on the right plan," he said.

The trick, of course, is that consumers have to be proactive in tracking the number of minutes used each month and shopping around for the most suitable plan. Shames said the UCAN study found that most people don't take the time to look closely at their telecom bills.

For that matter, the study found that most bills were written and formatted so opaquely that even when customers tried to decipher their statements, they often couldn't make heads or tails out of what they were being charged for.

Shames said land line customers needed to be wary of long-distance plans that included monthly fees along with per-minute charges. He also said cellphone customers should explore pay-as-you-go plans that allow you to purchase minutes in advance, and to buy additional minutes in relatively small amounts so no money is wasted.

Be careful, though. AT&T, for example, offers pay-as-you-go plans that might seem penny wise at first but actually can cost some serious coin.

One plan charges cellphone customers 10 cents per minute plus $1 for every day you use the phone. Another skips the daily fee but costs 25 cents per minute.

The UCAN report recommends that federal regulators require a "cost-per-minute box" on all phone bills so that customers know exactly how much they're being charged, and standardize taxes so that customers can more easily compare one service with another.

Providers frequently list taxes and fees differently, making it tough for many people to understand exactly what they're paying for.

"We have millions of customers grossly overpaying for services," Shames said.

He said a copy of the UCAN study will be sent to the Federal Communications Commission. Maybe something will come of that.

But something tells me all we'll get is a busy signal.

David Lazarus' column runs Wednesdays and Sundays. Send your tips or feedback to david.lazarus@latimes.com.

The Leon Hendrix Experience

Being Jimi’s baby brother can be a tough row to hoe, especially if you wield an axe.

By Mike Seely

On November 6, several famous guitarists—Buddy Guy, Mike McCready, Jonny Lang, and Kenny Wayne Shepherd among them—took the stage at the opulent Paramount Theatre, trading porn licks in front of a sold-out crowd. The concert marked the Seattle stop of an annual Jimi Hendrix tribute tour organized by Janie Hendrix, who controls a large share of her late stepbrother's estate through an enterprise called Experience Hendrix.

Conspicuously absent from the concert, which also featured former Hendrix collaborators Mitch Mitchell and Billy Cox, was Jimi's younger brother, Leon. As the show began, Leon could be found rehearsing with his band in a small practice space underneath the Red Door in Fremont. Leon wasn't invited to the Paramount gig, as he's been on the outs with Janie for years, the result of an epic legal struggle over the rights to Jimi's lucrative legacy—a struggle that's found Leon on the losing end time and again.

A week earlier, on Halloween: Leon and his band are sharing a bill at the Imperial Dragon, a cavernous restaurant-lounge in Tacoma, with a group fronted by Goldy McJohn, the former keyboard player for Steppenwolf and the Mynah Birds. McJohn lives in Burien, and was once tight with both Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, who died within days of each other in 1970.

Despite its emphasis on Asian fare, tonight the Dragon is offering a $2 hot dog special in the banquet room where Leon and McJohn are to perform. In the lounge, there's another stage, where a classic-rock cover band is playing to a sparse crowd. The banquet room is slightly more crowded, albeit mostly with members of the bands and a handful of groupies.

The promoter of the gig is a large man in a bejeweled cowboy hat named Jim Nelson. Back when he was "three-quarters fucked up and had a beautiful blonde wife," Nelson claims, he performed regularly at the Las Vegas Hilton, where he sang his "road song, 'Johnny B. Goode.'" Tonight, he says, he'll be performing that song with Leon's band.

"Have you seen the flyer? Have you seen it?" Nelson asks excitedly. "The flyer" is Nelson's main method for promoting this Halloween show. He claims he's handed them out and plastered them all over town, as well as at a pair of nearby military bases. He believes flyers are more effective than newspaper advertising and just about any other promotional tactic. "People keep them," he says. "That's how I promote my bands."

Judging from the lackluster crowd that's assembled shortly before Leon and his band take the stage, however, the flyer appears not to have worked as Nelson had hoped. McJohn, for one, is incensed that Nelson has promoted his Steppenwolf cover band (in which McJohn's the only original member), Goldy McJohn & Friendz, as the actual Steppenwolf. "[Nelson] is full of shit," says McJohn. "Steppenwolf would never play a room like this." McJohn, who speaks deliberately and boasts a long, gray mane of hair, hands over a self-released solo CD entitled Fugue in D, which he describes—aptly, it turns out—as "59 minutes and 23 seconds of backwards, forwards, pure, uninterrupted psychedelia."

Leon is rail-thin, with stringy hair and massive hands to rival Jimi's, and wears tinted spectacles at all times. He is dressed in a long leopard-print robe, open to reveal a T-shirt bearing his brother's likeness that he designed himself. He and his band, a four-piece, take the stage and launch into "Red House," followed by a string of hard-rock originals from the band's lone LP, Keeper of the Flame. After finishing a track entitled "Voodoo River," Leon points to the sky and exclaims, "Thank you, Jimi. What's up, brother?"

The band plays a handful of other Jimi covers, including "All Along the Watchtower" and "Hey, Jimi," a lyric-tweaked interpretation of "Hey, Joe." Leon mainly plays rhythm guitar, but occasionally trades solos with Stefen Isaac, the band's competent lead guitarist. Like his brother, Leon, who sings lead, is not the greatest vocalist, his gravelly voice spitting out lyrics at such a frantic rate that they're often unintelligible. As a guitarist, he shows flashes of ingenuity, but mostly defers to Isaac.

"Johnny B. Goode" is the band's finale, and Nelson, as promised, strides to the stage. Leon reluctantly cedes the microphone to the promoter, who hunches and sways from left to right as he sings. After a verse and a chorus, an unimpressed Leon pushes Nelson off the stage and finishes the song himself.

"That was a bullshit thing, I'm tellin' you," says Nelson, reflecting on the incident weeks later. "Leon's a great singer, but he doesn't sing that song worth a shit. He's a class act, but he's not a rock-and-roll singer." That said, adds Nelson, "His brother's name gives him the inside track, and the guy's good."

Leon says his band received "a check for $18" for performing that night. Nelson chalks this up in part to the fact that the musicians were signing drinks to his tab without permission, and concedes "I don't think they got paid shit."

Now 61, Leon's become accustomed to getting the short end of the stick. A former drug addict and small-time crook, Leon was famously cut out of his father's will—and in turn, Jimi's estate—before Al Hendrix's death in 2002. A costly legal battle, in which Leon claimed his stepsister Janie coerced a sickly Al into shunning him financially, ensued. It was a battle Leon would ultimately lose in 2004, and subsequent attempts to profit from his brother's legacy have been quashed in court as well.

While Leon says he's "tired of all the family stuff," there's always a chance he'll continue his quixotic quest to carve out a slice of Jimi's fortune. For now, he's left with only his music, a career he reluctantly took up a little over a decade ago, when he claims his brother encouraged him to pick up a guitar in a drug-fueled hallucination.

"This is all I've got," says Leon of his music. "This is the only way I can take care of my children and my grandchildren."

That leaves Leon trying to make a go of it in a field where his deceased brother is considered a deity. As Charles Cross, author of the 2005 Hendrix biography Room Full of Mirrors, puts it: "If you were Van Gogh's brother, would you paint sunflowers?"

The afternoon of the big-name Paramount concert, Leon rides the #28 Metro bus to band practice in Fremont. He's seated alone, near the front, and nobody recognizes him.

Leon has lived in Seattle almost his entire life, but spends most of his time these days at his girlfriend's place in Los Angeles. When he's in town, where the rest of his band resides, he stays in West Seattle at the Seattle West Inn & Suites, a budget motel around the corner from a bar called the Redline, where he occasionally plays impromptu gigs.

The Hendrix brothers grew up dirt-poor in Seattle's Central District. Their parents were heavy drinkers who divorced when Leon was still a small boy. Their mother, Lucille, died soon after. Al, says Leon, "was abusive and an alcoholic and a motherfucker, but we loved him."

Jimi stayed with Al, but Leon was placed in foster care. "My dad always put me in foster homes like two blocks away, because he loved me," says Leon, five years younger than Jimi.

Leon and Jimi remained close into adulthood. Leon recalls one time when Jimi called him from London. "He played 'Purple Haze,' and I told him it was the stupidest song I'd ever heard," says Leon, cracking up over a glass of white wine at the Red Door. "He was such a mild-mannered guy. He was my brother, my father, and my friend."

When Leon was in his late teens, he hit the road with Jimi, often serving as the "gatekeeper" for females in romantic pursuit of his older brother. But by the time Jimi died, Leon was making a name for himself as a two-bit criminal. In the three decades that followed, Leon developed a mile-long—albeit relatively softcore—rap sheet and a serious crack-cocaine addiction.

He occasionally found employment as a delivery driver, and sold some of his artwork to help support his now-estranged wife and six children. Leon was also able to set up trust funds for each of his kids through a deal in which he relinquished to Al all future claims to Jimi-related copyrights in exchange for $1 million. Al gained control of Jimi's copyrights in 1995 after a costly legal battle of his own; that same year he formed Experience Hendrix and tapped Janie to run the multimillion-dollar enterprise that, among other ventures, controls Jimi's catalogue and all associated commercial releases (many of which are sold through EH's retail arm, Authentic Hendrix).

But Leon quickly pissed away his share of the loot, due in large part to his debauched, hustler lifestyle. "Leon has wasted more money than most people make in their lifetime," says Cross.

Leon has completed rehab, and his daughter, Tina, says he's made great strides as a father since cleaning up his act. But with his recent focus on his fledgling music career, he's repeating the absentee-patriarch cycle that permeated his youth.

"This was the second Christmas without him," says Tina, a music producer herself. (Her Hendrix Dynasty Records has produced Bay Area rapper Sam Quinn and the guitarist BluMeadows.) "He hasn't even seen two of his grandkids. I know you have dreams, but they just want to play chess with you. He gave a lot of energy to his kids and grandkids before, so he'd be well-received if he came around. He's trying to get rich for us, but we don't care about that. When he was a drug addict, we fed him."

Yet Tina, who lives just south of town in a house off Rainier Avenue, admires her father's verve. "He's living his dream, traveling the world, and he's over 60 years old." While Tina feels her dad has chops, she considers his band's sound to be "a little dated," and says he "needs a real producer." To this end, she notes, "I would love to work with him.

"We're building a new legacy for a new time," says Tina, whose brother, Jimi II (currently doing time in Phoenix on a weapons charge), is an aspiring rapper. "We're always gonna respect [Uncle] Jimi. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be doing this. He was the first Barack Obama."

Prior to Al Hendrix's death, Janie and Leon held comparable shares of the estate, according to a September 2004 article by Cross for Tracks magazine. At the time, Janie told Cross she was surprised Leon had been excluded entirely from Al's final will.

"I can't answer for what my father was thinking," she says today. "He tried to instill his morals and his values into all of us. And I often did hear my father say that Leon didn't get it. [Al] was a gardener who often worked from six in the morning to nine at night. He was an avid golfer, and he said, 'There're no gimmes.'"

"You look at Jimi, he had his own studio," continues Janie. "[Jimi] recorded around the clock, laid down for a little while, got up, and wanted to work again. Consequently, we probably still have another 10 years of unreleased material, which is incredible for an artist who really functioned for only four years. Why? His work ethic."

Janie also states that Leon was offered a design job at Experience Hendrix, but turned it down—a claim Leon disputes. "When we were in front of my dad, [Janie] said, 'Yeah, Leon can work here,'" Leon recalls. "But when I got out of treatment a year or so later, it was a different story. Every time I tried to go down there and say 'OK, give me the job now,' there was always an excuse. If she offered me a job now, I'd take it. She's committed genocide on my family. We got no insurance; we got nothin'."

Bankrolled to the tune of $3.5 million in legal fees by a wealthy real-estate developer named Craig Dieffenbach, who doubled as Leon's manager at the time, Leon filed suit in King County Superior Court after his father's death. Here he claimed his stepsister, who only met Jimi a handful of times in her youth, had manipulated an elderly, infirm Al into rewriting a will that did not represent his true interests. In court, Janie's lawyers portrayed Al's action as tough love—after Leon had squandered multiple opportunities to prove himself a worthy recipient of his brother's fortune. In 2004, the judge ruled in favor of Janie.

"Whatever the will said, Leon was the single closest person to Jimi during the course of his life," observes Cross, who attended much of the trial. "Should he have been included? Positively, yes. There's the law, and then there's what's right."

Counters Janie: "First of all, the closest person to Jimi was Dad. As far as Leon goes, it is sad and unfortunate, but Leon received more than two million dollars in his lifetime when my father was taking care of him. And Leon had already sold his rights to various people. If he'd gotten any money, it wouldn't come to him, it would come to the people he'd sold his rights to."

Not long after the verdict, Dieffenbach came out with Hendrix Electric Vodka. After Dieffenbach hosted a star-studded launch party for the hooch that was chronicled in the Los Angeles Times, Experience Hendrix sued, alleging trademark infringement. Dieffenbach countered that Janie only held the rights to Jimi's music. Janie once again prevailed in court, and last month a settlement was announced wherein Dieffenbach and Electric Hendrix, LLC will pay Experience Hendrix $3.2 million for the infraction. Bottles of the vodka will also be removed from store shelves. (It's worth noting that Experience Hendrix has pushed its share of tacky Hendrix-related products as well, including a rocking chair, golf balls, and a non-alcoholic red wine. "The Jimi Hendrix rocking chair is one of the dumbest ideas ever marketed in rock and roll," says Cross.)

Some news reports stated that Leon was involved with the vodka launch, and though court documents identify him as part owner, Leon was never named as a defendant in the suit and denies any direct involvement with the product. "I had nothing to do with it," he says. "[Dieffenbach] didn't even contact me until two years after he started the company. I came to find out later that he'd put me as an owner when he first started the company. He called it a Hendrix family endeavor in some fancy magazines, so he had to come to me then. He said, 'I'm gonna give you guys [Leon and several of his relatives] some money [2 percent shares of the company, according to Leon],' and we said OK because we didn't have no money. But we haven't seen any money since."

Dieffenbach, who now lives in Beverly Hills, remembers things much differently. "He was in on it from the very fricking beginning," he says of Leon's involvement. "I'm very disappointed in him."

Dieffenbach also disputes Leon's claim that he and family members never received payouts from the vodka endeavor. "At one point, we did a $26,000 distribution, and we'd been paying Leon for years."

Leon first met Dieffenbach in Seattle in the late '90s, shortly after Leon got out of drug treatment. At the time, Dieffenbach, who was instrumental in redeveloping the block where the Columbia City Theater and Tutta Bella Pizzeria now reside, ran a local recording studio, and he says he arranged for Leon to take guitar lessons and helped get his career off the ground. Today the two rarely speak to one another.

Now that he's $6.7 million lighter, does Dieffenbach regret getting involved in the Hendrix family affairs? "No, because there's a lot of help that we were able to bring to a lot of his family members," he insists. "We worked on saving [Jimi and Leon's childhood] house and gave it our best shot. We backed him when he got cut out of the will, but how much can you help somebody? The family's dysfunctional. That whole family has been in an awful way for a long time."

The familial acrimony has also ensnared a seemingly benign branch of the tree: the James Marshall Hendrix Foundation, which Al set up in 1988 as a means to empower Leon to do good deeds on his brother's behalf and help support himself in the process. The foundation is now headed by Jimmy Williams, a boyhood friend of both Hendrix brothers who was also very close to their father.

According to Williams, who lives in a home overlooking Boeing's Renton airstrip, he and Leon eventually "parted company" over the foundation's direction. "Leon and others were trying to commercialize it too much," Williams says. "Janie had that side of the legacy. Al wanted [Leon's foundation] to be a pure charitable organization."

But Williams and Leon began to patch things up in 2006, when, says Williams, "Leon was having issues with people who loaned him money for the 2004 lawsuit. Everybody was broke, and the only way people could think to get the money back was through the foundation, so Leon asked me to watch his back—to take it over."

Around this time, Janie sued to get the foundation to stop using the Hendrix name. But in a rare setback, her claim was dismissed, and Experience Hendrix was ordered to pay the foundation's legal fees.

"A lot of people came aboard to take and mislead and not really help that family," says Williams, who as a boy lived for a spell with the same foster family, the Wheelers, as Leon. "Even with all that money, it hasn't benefited [them] much. My hope is that at some point—and I don't see this happening with Janie and Leon—one of their kids can piece the family back together and share in that legacy."

Despite a life fraught with disappointment, Leon remains upbeat about his future as an entertainer. He's got at least two new albums in the can, he says, with members of Styx and Deep Purple contributing. Furthermore, he's working on a biopic that he says Steven Seagal wants to produce, and has a book proposal that's attracted interest from the "biggest book agent in L.A."

But the problem is that these projects are, to borrow a favorite phrase of Leon's, "caught up in legal"— an apt metaphor for his entire life.

Of the biopic, Leon says, "Seagal, he's a good friend of mine; he wants to make a movie, but he wants to control it. But all the other people who control a piece of [the film] don't want him to do that." (Seagal's management did not return calls seeking comment). The book, meanwhile, is something of a mystery, as Leon can't recall the name of that big L.A. agent. As for one of the new albums, currently titled Tricked by the Sun, Leon says, "The people I was involved with, they're blackmailing each other to control it." As for the other, the one purportedly featuring musicians from Styx and Deep Purple, Leon says, "That's in legal too. I just can't believe all the shit I have to go through." (A Styx publicist denies any knowledge of this collaboration.)

One outfit that shares the rights to Leon's music and film projects is Gotham Metro, a production studio with offices in Los Angeles, Portland, and Carson City, Nevada. Dave Craddick, one of Leon's many ex-managers, claims he's currently close to wresting control of Tricked by the Sun from the company, where he used to work. Gotham "didn't get its funding and ran into trouble with some other projects," explains Craddick. "As things deteriorated there, I had to take [the album] over and follow it through. I found the rest of the money to pay the producer and studio costs, then I hit a wall financially and haven't been able to hire an attorney to negotiate some of the contracts. But I have been moving forward with some online distribution outlets and some labels that are interested."

As if that weren't convoluted enough, Craddick adds: "I do have a completed master, which I'll release through my production company, Manhattan Entertainment Group. It's ready to go. I just got an e-mail from Gotham Metro saying they'll sign the album over to me. I didn't want to release it and have any loose ends, because that's when people come out of the woodwork."

Gotham Metro CEO Michael Lasky confirms Craddick's account, and classifies a Hendrix-related film project his company has been working on as "on hold." As for his company's current financial bill of health, Lasky concedes they've fallen on hard times, quipping "If the state of California and federal government are considered solvent, then I guess we are too."

For years, Leon and his bandmates ignored this contractual tornado. But recently Isaac, for one, got fed up. "I personally couldn't take it anymore," says the guitarist, who feels that the band has become "a local Seattle joke." Hence this past August he enlisted Chicago businessman Greg Groeper, a friend from Isaac's days as a studio engineer in the Windy City, to help apply some business-savvy salve to the band's situation.

The first person Isaac put Groeper in contact with was Williams. Groeper is now the foundation's marketing and charitable gifts coordinator, and has taken charge of the band's affairs as well. "Mark [Stella, the group's bassist] calls me the anti-terrorist division," Groeper says of his current role. "He says my job is to keep the assholes away."

Groeper also helped soothe the residual tension between Leon and Jimmy Williams. "Leon knows I'm working with Jimmy, and Jimmy knows I'm working with Leon," he says. "Having me in between them has seemed to make a very big difference in their relationship. Leon could basically be the spokesperson for the foundation and use the band to create awareness and funding for the foundation. And the foundation can provide Leon with the necessary legal cover he needs to make sure that Janie doesn't go chasing his ass down the road ever again."

Adds Groeper: "I believe truly that there are a lot of things [Leon] has done that he would not have done were it not for the influence of some unscrupulous people. Yes, he's blessed with having Jimi as his brother, because that cuts through a lot of the muck and gives him an audience. But as a visual artist, he's very talented—and nobody pays attention to that. They just want to use him to market vodka or coffee or condoms or whatever. I'm just trying to convince him that he has to make it with what God gave him, not what other people give him."

Isaac first met Leon a few years ago, shortly after Leon began performing live, at a Venice Beach bar called Scruffy O'Shea's where Leon was scheduled to play. "He was scared shitless," recalls Isaac. Leon aborted his set before Isaac had a chance to join him onstage, but the pair cemented a relationship that night, and Isaac eventually joined Leon's band.

"At first, [Leon] didn't believe in himself, and has at times been afraid to play," seconds Neil Kirkland, the band's drummer and keyboardist since 2002. "But then he got good."

Good, but not great—and Jimi was arguably the best there ever was. "I have a psychological impediment being Jimi's brother," Leon concedes. But he got over this hump shortly after one of his clients came to him looking to score dope. She didn't have any money, but had an old guitar in tow, so Leon agreed to a swap. Later, while loaded, he says, he nodded off. Shortly thereafter, he claims, "Jimi came and the guitar started vibrating, making noise by itself. The guitar started to talk to me, and it was compelling."

"[Leon is] a natural musician," says Williams. "He's not Jimi—nobody is. But he's done a lot in 10 years. He's mastered the guitar and has a band and he's great."

"He's way better than I expected," seconds Cross. "The problem is his brother is the most famous guitarist who's ever lived. So for Leon, it's absolutely nuts for Jimi Hendrix's brother to even think he could be a guitar player. It's suicidal, almost. You have to, to a degree, admire that."

Al sure didn't. According to Cross' book, he frowned upon his boys taking up music as a career, with Jimi often practicing in secret to avoid his father's ire. Only when Jimi made it big did his dad embrace his talent. But this only served to strengthen Al's resolve when it came to Leon.

"My dad forbade me to play after Jimi," Leon says.

For years, Leon honored his father's wishes. But when he finally went against Al's will, "his attempt at music helped get him edged out of the estate," says Cross.

Local musician-producer Brin Addison was the one who gave Leon guitar lessons on Dieffenbach's recommendation. Addison remembers the Hendrix clan being less than receptive to Leon's six-string pursuit. "I recorded countless hours of music that [Leon] could present to Al in the hopes of being accepted back into the family. Janie didn't like that idea and pretty much poisoned Al against him—and eventually he was cut out of the estate altogether," says Addison. "In the end Al figured he knew Leon too well and didn't see music as a turning point. I'm not sure playing guitar was a direct reason for him being cut out, but it may have contributed in some way or other."

To this, Janie again denies having had any involvement in removing Leon from the will, saying only, "As far as his music career, I wish him happiness; I wish him peace; I wish him healing. If his music makes him happy, I applaud him for that."

For every gig like the one in Tacoma on Halloween, there are at least two others where Leon is treated as rock royalty—where he's not only the closest people are going to get to Jimi Hendrix, but the closest they're going to get to celebrity, period. To wit, at a working-class bar in Everett called the Doghouse, a 50-something soldier on leave from Iraq lit up at the mere mention that Jimi Hendrix's younger brother was playing a venue down the road. That show, a white-linen affair at Club Broadway in commemoration of what would have been Jimi's 66th birthday, ended up selling out. The crowd was receptive to the band even though Leon seemed a little off his game, understandable since he'd come straight from the airport after playing a similar affair at B.B.'s in Manhattan the night before.

Leon had flown to New York unaccompanied by his regular band. Instead he played with what he termed from the stage his "New York band." After Leon opened with the track "Jimi & Me" off Keeper of the Flame, the crowd applauded warmly. To this a self-deprecating Leon responded, "You guys are too kind. That was terrible."

When he moved on to covers of "Foxy Lady" and "Red House," the assembled group of mostly Caucasian tourists became genuinely enthused. "Kind of surreal seeing Jimi's brother," remarked one onlooker.

At gig after gig, Leon's magnetism proves a recurring trait. Glen Bui, the lead guitarist for Goldy McJohn & Friendz, says that "Leon got more attention from the fans than us or Foghat" when the three acts shared a bill at Farragut State Park Amphitheater in Coeur d'Alene this past summer.

Two days after the Paramount gala, at Kennedy's Nightclub in Longview, a workaday town that most Seattleites only stop in for gas en route to Portland, Leon's band is set to share a bill with McJohn and Bui. A poster on the club's window touts Leon's band as "Jimi Hendrix brother Leon Hendrix," and a portion of the evening's proceeds are designated for the families of fallen soldiers.

Leon begins his set with an eloquent tribute to those who've perished in the line of duty, and then launches into "Let's Roll," a driving rocker about United 93. Next the band plays a solid cover of "Sympathy for the Devil," after which Leon passes around a tin bucket and encourages patrons to drop money into it for the show's beneficiaries.

Later the band covers "All Along the Watchtower," during which Leon executes a deft, smoking guitar solo. They close with their usual cover of "Johnny B. Goode," with Leon tweaking the lyrics so that he sings, "Go, Jimi, go!"

Afterwards, as McJohn and Bui haul gear to the stage in advance of their set, Leon nonchalantly sits down at a table with a drink. Mere seconds go by before a crowd gathers around him, where Leon chats with fans and autographs clothing, CDs—even a woman's breasts.

"I'm not in Jimi's shadow," he says. "I'm in the shade."

mseely@seattleweekly.com

With reporting from Ben Westhoff in New York, as well as Erinn Unger and Kassiopia Rodgers in Seattle.

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Former NiN Drummer Takes Album Promotion A Step Further

by Stan Schroeder
josh_freeseYou know how Nine Inch Nails tie the digital goods (which can be duplicated ad infinitum) to scarce goods (merch, collector’s items, signed items, etc) to engage their audience and give them a chance to choose how much they’re willing to spend and what exactly they’re getting for their money?

Well, their former drummer Josh Freese has a new album, and he has decided to take the concept a couple of steps further. I’m not sure whether he’s joking or is this for real, but what he’s offering to his fans is definitely funny as hell. Here goes (courtesy of soundcheck.freedomblogging.com):

$7

* Digital download of Since 1972, including 3 videos

$15

* CD/DVD double-disc set
* Digital download

$50

* CD/DVD double-disc set
* T-shirt
* “Thank you” phone call from Josh for buying Since 1972. You can tell him what you like about the record that you purchased, or what you thought sucked. Ask whatever you want, like “Is Maynard really THAT weird?” or “Which one of Sting’s mansions has the comfiest beds?” or “Are Devo really suburban robots that monitor reality or just a bunch of dads from Ohio?” or “Why don’t the Vandals play more stuff off the first record?” It’s your 5 minutes to yack it up. Talk about whatever you want.

$250 (limited edition of 25)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* Signed drum head and drumsticks
* Go on a lunch date with Josh to PF Changs or The Cheesecake Factory (whatever you’re into)

$500 (limited edition of 15)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* Signed cymbal and sticks
* Meet Josh in Venice, Calif., and go floating together in a sensory-deprivation tank (to be filmed and posted on YouTube)
* Dinner at Sizzler (get your $8.99 steak and “all you can eat” shrimp on)

$1,000 (limited edition of 10)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* Signed cymbal, drum head and drumsticks
* Josh washes your car OR does your laundry … or you can wash his car
* Have dinner with Josh aboard the Queen Mary in Long Beach, Calif.
* Get drunk and cut each other’s hair in the parking lot of the Long Beach courthouse (filmed and posted on YouTube, of course)

$2,500 (limited edition of 5)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* Get a private drum lesson with Josh, or for all you non-drummers, have him give you a back and foot massage (couples welcome)
* Pick any 1 member of the Vandals or Devo (subject to availability) to accompany you and Josh to either the Hollywood Wax Museum or the lunch buffet at the Spearmint Rhino
* Signed DW snare drum
* Take 3 items of your choice out of his closet (first come, first serve)
* Change diapers and make bottles with him for an afternoon (after hitting the strip club)

$5,000 (limited edition of 3)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* Josh writes a song about you and makes it available on iTunes
* Co-direct a video with him for the song about you and throw it up on the YouTubes
* Josh gives you and a friend a private tour of Disneyland
* Get drunk together. If you don’t drink, we can go to my dad’s place and hang out under the “Tuba tree”
* Stone Gossard from Pearl Jam will send you a letter telling you about his favorite song on Since 1972

$10,000 (limited edition of 1)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* Signed DW snare drum from A Perfect Circle’s 2003 tour
* Josh gives you a private drum lesson OR his and hers foot/back massage (couples welcome, discreet parking)
* Twiggy from Marilyn Manson’s band and Josh take you and a guest to Roscoe’s Chicken ‘n’ Waffles in Long Beach for dinner
* Josh takes you and a guest to Club 33 (the super-duper exclusive and private restaurant at Disneyland located above Pirates of the Caribbean) and then hit a couple rides afterward (preferably the Tiki Room, the Haunted Mansion and Tower of Terror)
* At the end of the day at Disneyland, drive away in Josh’s Volvo station wagon. It’s all yours … take it. Just drop him off on your way home, though, please.

$20,000 (limited edition of 1)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* A signed drum from the 2008 Nine Inch Nails tour
* Maynard James Keenan, Mark Mothersbaugh from Devo and Josh take you miniature golfing and then drop you off on the side of the freeway (all filmed and posted on YouTube)
* Josh gives you a tour of Long Beach. See his first apartment, the coffee shop on 2nd Street where his buddy paid Dave Grohl $40 to rip up tile just weeks before joining Nirvana. See the old Vandals rehearsal spot, the liquor store he got busted at using a Fake ID when he was 17 (it was Dave from the Vandals’ old ID). Go check out Snoop Dogg’s high school. For an extra 50 bucks see where Tom and Adrian from No Doubt live. For another $25 he’ll show ya where Eric from NOFX and Brooks from Bad Religion get their hair cut.
* Spend the night aboard the Queen Mary and take the “Ghosts and Legends” tour. (Separate rooms … no spooning.)
* Josh writes 2 songs about you and both are made available on iTunes and appear on his next record (you can sing back up on ‘em, clap, play the drums, triangle, whatever)
* Drum lesson OR foot and back massage (once again … couples welcome and discreet parking available)
* Pick any 3 items out of Josh’s closet

$75,000 (limited edition of 1)

* Signed CD/DVD and digital download
* T-shirt
* Go on tour with Josh for a few days
* Have Josh write, record and release a 5-song EP about you and your life story
* Take home any of his drum sets (only one, but you can choose which one)
* Take shrooms and cruise Hollywood in Danny from Tool’s Lamborghini OR play quarters and then hop on the Ouija board for a while
* Josh will join your band for a month … play shows, record, party with groupies, etc.
* If you don’t have a band he’ll be your personal assistant for a month (4-day work weeks, 10 am to 4 pm)
* Take a limo down to Tijuana and he’ll show you how it’s done (what that means exactly we can’t legally get into here)
* If you don’t live in Southern California (but are a U.S. resident) he’ll come to you and be your personal assistant/cabana boy for 2 weeks
* Take a flying trapeze lesson with Josh and Robin from NIN, go back to Robins place afterwards and his wife will make you raw lasagna


Now, if this isn’t changing the way music business works, I don’t know what is.


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Ketchup Bottle as Pancake Batter Dispenser

Ketchup bottle as batter dispenser
Original purpose: Flavoring Mom's meat loaf.
Aha! use: Portioning pancake batter with precision―and without the usual mess of transferring batter from the bowl. Squeeze out baby-size or plate-size rounds, or add Mickey Mouse ears to a batch of silver dollars.
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A Show 2 Lame 2 Miss

Photos: Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer Reunite

Things get def in Utah, of all places, at rappers one-night-only reunion show

The idea of an MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice concert in Utah raises a lot of questions. On second thought, it's just one question—why?—but it comes in two varieties. There are the nuts-and-bolts whys, which we can tick off now. Why would either Hammer or Ice do a concert to begin with? Because they have families and mortgages and the Iceman has the tattoo bug. Why together? I thought they hated each other. There was mild drama when they toured together in the '90s, after Ice reportedly said the crowds were more impressed with his skills than Hammer's. Water under the bridge. Why is it in Utah? Because a local promoter invited them to perform there, and Utahns love to party. Why would anyone pay forty bucks to see this concert? If you've read up to this point, let's face it, with the right social lubricant you're there with bells on. But there are more complex, philosophical whys. Why do MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice still exist? Having provided the soundtrack for my bat mitzvah and the basis for ironic Halloween costumes, has not their purpose been served? Why, after all these years, have the winds and rains not eroded them away?

Here's why. Imagine the crowning achievement of your life was your performance as a stalk of broccoli in a second-grade play about the four food groups. Would you slink back into obscurity because it was expected of you, or would you get over yourself, suit back up and comically mispronounce beta carotene just like old times? Even though their music has come to represent all that was cheesy about the '90s, instead of hiding from it, these two old friends perform it. It's a feat requiring either a complete lack of self-awareness or an overabundance of it. Most would settle for the former, but don't hate on Hammer and Ice for choosing the latter.

Hammer, for his part, isn't apologizing for any of it. Not for the music, not for the pants, not even for that Cash4Gold commercial that aired during the Super Bowl. ("I could get cash for this gold medallion of me wearing a gold medallion!") Hammer, né Stanley Burrell, believes that between the 10 million-plus albums he's sold and the cultural influence he claims, he's got nothing to be ashamed of. "I'm not the least bit self-conscious," says Hammer, now 46, his tone steeled with defiance before the show. "I'm the guy who went to the Tokyo Dome and sold out five nights. Who's the other rapper who sold out five nights at the Tokyo Dome? Oh, that's right, there isn't one. You don't have to add anything to my résumé, just read it like it is." A few minutes later, one of his buzzabouts brings him a Rockstar Energy Drink, presumably because the Pop Rapper Emeritus Energy Drinks weren't cold.

One-hit wonders don't intend to be one-hit wonders, and that's doubly true for rappers. Hip-hop, even the triple-distilled variety Hammer and Ice trade in, is all about hubris, about knowing that pop stardom is fickle and fleeting but proclaiming loudly that you have what it takes to defy the inevitable decline. Look at this portion of the first verse of Ice's "Ice Ice Baby": "Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know." Say what you will about the man, but he's never minced his words. He's a sober realist, and he didn't mollycoddle those who saw his stardom as a national nightmare. He stared them straight in the eye and told them plainly that this scourge may never end, and now that Ice (né Robert Van Winkle) is 41, it seems more than an idle threat. Hammer, meanwhile, said he was "Too Legit to Quit." It not only rhymed, it was hard to argue with. And then there are those pants, with the drooping expanse of fabric in the crotch. At first they're a fashion statement, but give it a couple decades and they become the perfect camouflage for middle-age paunch. Clearly, he had no intention of fading away.

But there's a difference between accepting their right to exist and coming out in droves to celebrate them, as the good people of Utah do. They come costumed: neon colors, translucent fabrics and acid-wash denim, with teased hair and single earrings. Many of them wear the pants that became Hammer's sartorial trademark. One woman wears no pants at all, the better to read the words stitched on the rear of her red panties: "Ice Baby." Most of these folks were just born the last time Hammer and Ice performed together 18 years ago, if they were born at all. Somehow, they still sound nostalgic. "I hope he does his old stuff," says Reagan Nickel, 21, who trekked an hour and a half from Bountiful, Utah, to see Ice. "I saw him on TV a while ago bashing his old stuff. He shouldn't bash it, he should be proud of it. We are. Aren't we proud of it?" "Yeah!" shouts a sextet of nearby girls, in unison, every last one of them 14 years old. The majority of the crowd falls into the late-teen, early 20s range. They aren't the ones who bought Hammer's and Ice's records the first time around. They got their nostalgia secondhand, from VH1's ceaseless "I Love the '80s" and "Awesomely Bad" specials, from iTunes recommendations, from "Family Guy," which derives a solid half of its humor from arcane pop-culture references. To these kids, the Hammer era is fun and frivolous, something to celebrate, not to deride. It's not the lame music their parents conceived them to. It's the music that blared from their older siblings' rooms.

It's about 10 o'clock when Ice takes the stage. He's making bold strokes, pulling mostly from his recent rap-rock material, which the audience doesn't appear to dig. After a few songs, he starts speaking their language: "How about I take it back to the old school?" The crowd goes nuts. "Ice Ice Baby" brings down the house. He follows with "Play That Funky Music," and even plays "Ninja Rap," the song he penned for "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze." He might not be as proud as Nickel and the tweens would like, but he's doing his job. Hammer joins him wearing a black pair of his signature pants and tears through a set of his biggest hits. A camera crew swarms about collecting footage for his forthcoming reality show. He includes one of his campier, later singles, "Pumps and a Bump," best known for its video in which he frolics about in a Speedo that proved too immodest for MTV censors. No shame in his game. By the time Hammer's ready to mount his closing number, the smash "U Can't Touch This," the crowd is at a fever pitch. The harsh truth is, these songs are giddy and infectious, just as much now as then. A mite odd, yes, but as Friday night entertainment in Utah, perfectly legit.

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