The raucous George Parker points us to news about Keith Richards, who told British magazine NME that he mixed the ashes of his father in blow and snorted it.
There's this South Park episode where Cartman mistakes Kenny's ashes for chocolate milk mix and drinks him. For the rest of the episode he spiritually channels him and suffers flashbacks of Kenny's last memories.
We doubt Keith Richards is channeling his pops, but he might be manifesting his would-be age. We feel an almost mythological fear of him.
UPDATE: a reader does some homework and learns Richards was jesting. Small relief.
Freakazoid filmmaker David Lynch minces no words when asked his opinion on product placement in movies. Just watch. There's nothing else to say. Classic. Simply classic.
We have no idea what anyone would want with a Volkswagen Touareg hood without the rest of the car attached to it but that's the premise of a promotion the automaker is doing as a benefit for Feed the Children. Volkswagen will auction off two Touareg hoods that were signed by 40 athletes, musicians and actors during a Las Vegas Volkswagen Important People promotion in Las Vegas February 16-18 and during the National Basketball Players' Association Gala February 17. The auction began yesterday with minimum bids set at $500. Sadly, neither of the bids (one, two) have seen any action yet which, again, begs the question...who wants a hood without the car even if it does have a bunch of celeb signatures. Despite that, we have no doubt the hoods will eventually be scooped up.
Kenneth Cole is having fun again. This time with AIDS. He's making AIDS fashionable. Well, sort of. Nothing like showing a hot fashion chic to attract attention and then slapping the tagline "we're all potential carriers" to repel with plague-like force. Oh wait. AIDS is kind of like the plague and even hot models can get it so we'll just shut up now and let Ken do his thing.
UPDATE: Even more Kenneth Cole idiocy. This time with weapons of mass destruction.
We're not sure why Anna Nicole Smith's death continues to monopolize our breaking news. We never had anything against her, but we're starting to feel mildly resentful. Is there really nothing else more critical than ANS's autopsy results happening in the world?
Come on, America.
Youtube's 2006 video awards is over and winners are receiving a reception once experienced only by winners of MTV's VMA in the early '90's. The breakdowns follow.
OK Go wins Most Creative for Here It Goes Again, closely followed by Where the Hell is Matt? Why that deserves "Most Creative" we'll never know, but whatever. Apparently the universe awards gamers who dance and civil engineers who sing in equal measures of WTF.
In a surprise move, Paul McCartney unveils his status as premier artist on Starbucks' label Hear Music with the release of his current album under the Starbucks banner. This move marks his surprising departure from Capitol Records after 43 years.
We've been huge Starbucks fans since the early 90's. With the prominent inclusion of a Beatle on their roster, our Starbucks visits will take on the sensory experience of a menage a trois. We have chills just thinking about it.
Howard Schultz feels similar if Advertising Age is any indication. "How could a coffee company sign a Beatle?" he allegedly asked in awe. Frothy as usual, McCartney appeared before the Starbucks corporate team and wished love and kisses to everyone present, then cheerfully admonished that they all get to work: "I look forward to with all of you guys and reaching people around the world in a new way, and let's get on with it, man!"
Candies' new cover girl Fergie sparks strong feelings among parents who don't want a celebrity sporting a "Parental Guidance" advisory to be hawking teeny-bopper bomber jackets to their guileless Hilary Duff-loving ingenues. The ad that sparked the fire featured Fergie with what appears to be liquor in the background of a recent Candie's ad.
Having done her part to destroy hip-hop (contrary to a recent campaign in which she and other members of the Black Eyed Peas actually save it) with pop hits like My Humps and Let's Get Retarded (later tastefully renamed Let's Get it Started), it's always been our suspicion that the kiddies didn't need Fergie to actively encourage them to drink; it's part of what you need to do to make her palatable in the first place.
But hey, kids have their own minds and in an ideal world if you raise them right you don't have to go on a witch hunt for every suggestive social ill that slips out of the woodwork, yeah?
- Look! Look! Another YouTube video contest turns into an ad campaign! This time it's Southwest Airlines who's awarding the winner of its December contest with placement during NBA playofs in April. Are you just oozing with anticipation?
- Dial thinks it can get a piece of Axe's body spray action with the introduction of its RX Bodyspray. While Brandweek's Constantine von Hoffman thinks Axe's advertising has been "highly sophomoric," we'd choose to categorize it as highly successful. Dial has an uphill battle on this front.
- Eesh. Now we have to endure Rachael Ray in Dunkin' Donuts ads...through 2010!
- Massachusetts retailer Jordan's Furniture is offering a full refund to anyone who buys furniture before April 16 if the Red Sox win the World Series.
The music industry is insanely competitive and those hoping to get by need to have an effective shtick. Some work and others do not.
One gimmick that never seems to exhaust itself is the liberal showcasing of jugs. That's the prop Norwegian model Lene Alexandra Oien is leaning on to set off her blossoming music career. Check out her single, My Boobs are OK, and you'll get the gist. She even has an animated version of herself, a handy optical illusion Mariah Carey invented in Heartbreaker.
Word on the street is Lene had some kind of car accident, after which she stepped out of her vehicle and announced to surprised onlookers that her boobs were OK. Well, you can't really attack a chick who knows exactly what assets she brings to the table.