Showing posts with label PETE BURNS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PETE BURNS. Show all posts

Monday, January 2, 2023

THE PARTIES OVER

picture it kittens...the year was 1984 and the hot Duke boys were slipp'n
and slide'n across their moonshine fueled general lee to get outta some sticky situations every friday nite...while i was slipp'n and a slide'n make'n my own sticky situations dream'n i was the cream fill'n in a Duke boy's cookie then ride'n their "not so hazard counties" til they splattered all over my lee jeans
MADONNA would cement her legacy by gett'n a self-induced gynecological exam all over the stage at the 1st Mtv video awards
and i wanted JAKE RYAN to put "16 CANDLES" on our anniversary cake (and by cake i mean my plump A double snakes and by 16 candles i mean...well you figer it out you dirty bird)
BUTT...enough reminisce'n

with the year 2023 already in full swing...i figered it was time to reminisce 
about the many things that have been left behind in 2022...like my curiosity fer corduroy...candy caned corn beef hash and my fav-o-rit lyp-sync'n youtube sensation from 2010 KEENAN CAHILL that i stumbled across at work one day while i was file'n my nails along with my feel'ns about my shitty boss…
in my "BEVERLY HILLS 90210" Brandon Walsh diary as the rest of the diabetic Debbie's were gorge'n themselves at the donut trough

who was totally 100% me back in 1984 when i used to lock myself in my 
bedroom and use my sister's brush as my mic to the latest from my greatest which was of course MADONNA...CULTURE CLUB...DEAD OR ALIVE and CYNDI LAUPER (mainly) blare'n their cassettes in my mono casio boombox on a loop much to the chagrin of my sibs...sing'n off key like 2 senile cats claw'n at each other's throats make’n up the lyrics as i went long into the busted bedroom mirror as if a sea of thousands were scream'n back at me from inside the mirror...unfortunately youtube would not be around til years later so my unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe fame would not get to reap the rewards til much later on in life

as a teenaged dreamer...KEENAN amassed millions of adore'n fans thru
his e-machine camera fer real by simply upload'n ecstatic however sporadic and erratic lyp-sync'd vids to KATY PERRY's "TEENAGE DREAM" and my all time fav of his that also included highly choreographed synchronized spinn'n to CASCADA's "WHAT HURTS THE MOST" among many many others who enjoyed his fame until he passed over to the land of the lyp-sync'ers on the other side unexpectantly from heart surgery complications on decem 29, 2022

what had seemed like 100's of years reign'n over the british people
QUEEN ELIZABETH was the longest runn'n monarch to occupy the throne in history fer 70 years and 214 days...who had a bit of cheeky side to her from time to time durin' her later colostomy bag years
LIZ (as i would'a referred to her if she ever would'a picked up the damn phone when i called fer a place to crash to save on hotel costs on my many visits to Buckingham Palace in the late 90's and early 2000's) was always an interest to me grow'n up as i was always fascinated with british royalty…
ever since i watched the wedd'n of PRINCESS DIANA and CHARLES in the summer of 1981 at my friend Pat Cudahy's farm house in Gilmore Valley that his dad woke us up for...
by 1984 LIZ even had her mug imprinted on the british pound and though she may have kicked the bucket at 96...no tears need to be shed cuz her presence will be talked about fer generations to come (and so will that secret phone call she made to TIRES PLUS in Paris back in '97 eventually *wink*wink!) after she marched on in the middle of the afternoon on sept 8th, 2022

sunday nites in 1984 were all about murder and mayhem and no one 
better to solve these mysteries in under 60 minutes with just a lovely cup of earl grey but tv's senior sleuth JESSICA FLETCHER 
played by the beautifully beloved ANGELA LANDSBURY who put her act'n chops to good use when she landed her 1st role at 17 in the 1944 psychological drama "GASLIGHT" alongside INGRED BERGMAN which would explain her perfect popularity position in hit the series "MURDER SHE WROTE" 40 years later...among the 50 big and small screen productions she starred in...
ANGIE also graced broadway in 14 productions...she's best known fer "MAME" and "SWEENEY TODD" and if her resume wasn't already impressive enough…
by 2014 ANGIE would be christened a dame by the queen and lived a fulfilled life to the glorious age of 96 that came to a curtain close on oct 11th, 2022

known fer her sweetly saccrinated presence in the 1970's with country 
hits like "IF NOT FOR YOU" "LET ME BE THERE" and "PLEASE MISTER PLEASE" among many others lovely hits...OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN skyrocketed to stardom in 1978 as SANDY who turned from goody two shoes to bad girl barbie in the monster musical hit "GREASE" spawn'n the hits "SUMMER NIGHTS" "HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU" and the spine tingle'n dance duet with co-star JOHN TRAVOLTA "YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT"
by the 1980's OLIVIA switched into 2nd gear from country hits to one word titled pop sensations like "XANADU" "PHYSICAL" plus "MAGIC" and though she couldn't quite recreate the magic she marinated in with her previous musical co-star in the ill fated "TWO OF A KIND" from 1983...she blew up the charts with her back light'n and synthesized hit single (and my most requested all time fav-o-rit car concert performance) "TWIST OF FATE" by 1984

OLIVIA would go back to her country roots by the new millennium starr'n
as ex-con lesbian love'n songbird BITSY MAE HARLING with a "reputation" that could make fish blush in the dark offbeat comedy flick "SORDID LIVES" and then reprise'n her character once again in the short lived tv series of the same name back in 2008

although the australian acrobat of entertainment enjoyed a merried of
successes thru-out her extensive career appear'n in 18 movies 63 tv shows and an endless catalogue of phenomenal hits not to ferget bein damed in 2019...OLIVIA also managed to give back when she could by open'n the OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN CANCER WELLNESS AND RESEARCH CENTRE at the Austin Hospital located in Heidelberg, Australia in 2012 and after battle'n breast cancer since 1992 OLIVIA would bow out peaceful on aug 8th, 2022 though her legacy will live on fer generations to come

known fer her brilliant bright electric shock orange locks and colorfully  
eccentric outspoken presence...VIVIENNE WESTWOOD broke down the barriers on the runway by bring'n punk and new wave fashions to the forefront durin' the 1980's 
with the SEX PISTOLS mgr MALCOLM MCLAREN which they used as their own personal models to showcase their dare'n delightful designs

VIV would go on to open 4 shops in the early 80's thru-out London until  
she was popp'n up like a delicious dandelion everywhere thru-out the entire planet from LONDON to PARIS to NEW YORK FASHION WEEK 
i was completely hypnotized watch'n her runway shows on "STYLE WITH ELSA KLENSCH" back in 1984 
VIV's vivid imagination has been seen draped on the backs of everyone from the runway to hollyweird to songbirds and those lucky few pheasants who ripped them out of their closets while they were on vaca in the Maldives
even show'n up as the show stopp'n dress fer CARRIE’s big day as she was humiliate'n Mr. Big after bein humiliated by Mr. Big in the SATC movie
WESTWOOD would be immortalized on film in 2018 with her brilliant documentary "WESTWOOD: PUNK ICON ACTIVIST"
VIV would turn in her pencils when she walked down her runway fer the last time after 81 fuck you years on decem 29th, 2022

and though i absofuckinlutely adored her brilliant comedic time'n in the 
twisted dark comedy about MN beauty pageants "DROP DEAD GORGEOUS" and the 80's series "CHEERS" which i started watch'n in 1984 if you can handle it...
i just couldn't stomach Krusty Alley any longer after she ruined her legacy by turn'n into some crazy conspiracy scientologilistic trump support'n lunatic so she finally flew off in her spruce goose spaceship on decem 5th, 2022...oh well...it happens...hope it wasn't built at the tesla factory!

and lastly mr. Reaper…though i'm not hear to tell you how to plan yer
parties cuz i'm sure it's not the easiest thing in the world to do with people constantly bitch'n at you to make last minute changes each and every year...
however...i still haven't fergive'n you about yer decision to order those PRINCE...GEORGE and PETE party candles!

perhaps you could rectify those grave mistakes (see what i did there?)
and take a simple request from the entire world fer this plausible party in 2023 
(insert *wink*wink here)
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, August 5, 2019

in memoriam!

it's unfortunately inevitable that someday we all will eventually be take'n
our final joy ride in the back seat of some souped up lime green caddy
BUTT...(yes there always is one)

even though sometimes death becomes her...
sometimes...well...it just don't...dammit!
and yer left sport'n raccoon eyes with yer do shaped like a brown football helmet in front of yer support ho's!

much like most of my feel'ns to give'n a rat's ass about gett'n romantically 
involved with any sane non heterosexual (i much prefer the broken and battered and those that feel they never mattered type...speak'n of course with no one in particular at this present time)...we've buried alot of very important things this past decade as a whole
not too forget about the 31 lives lost over this past weekend in El Paso and Dayton
(but more on that next week)

from the wonderful world of teleo-vision...
we lost a housewife in denial...a  neurotic newscaster...and an angel!

to the musical geniuses addicted to more than just their career...
from the man who spun around like a record...the hottest butt shaker in the biz...to the lil purple paisley man himself

outside of all these familiar famous faces in the entertainment fields...
this new crop of kittens simply known as the millennial's instant oatmeal generation...who've never broken a damn sweat to get what they wanted...thanx to touch screens and downloadable apps...cuz of their parents inability to cope with their unfortunate mistakes from a drunken nite years earlier...we've lost sooo much more than just mortal stars...many many others things have fall'n off the face of the earth since this new crop has taken over...

the main one bein' the art of verbal communicado...
our ancestors spent thousands of years design'n and perfect'n the verbiage system into many many different flavors of communication...
unfortunately...thanx to devices like the internet...call wait'n...text'n...
Helen Keller...
George Orwell's prophecy is turn'n the entire planet into a huge pile of non verbal communicative paranoid mashed potatoes and take'n the brain work outta bein' human...fuck'n up millions of years of social interaction

i believe it was Weeza said it best when she so eloquently said...
"i smiled at the son-of-a-bitch before i could help myself"

there was no misinterpretation to be had then at all...but technology has turned societies up and come'n majority into lobotomized bags of unfeel'n 
selfie-ish fucktwats by turn'n this lost art into a communicational cluster fuck of alphabetically coded messages like LMAO...LOL...TTYL...STFU...WTF? 
that their ancestors are left to try and decode without have'n a brain aneurysm

but also join'n them in the graveyard are all those rental exotic tapes
along with their plugged in pimp machine that you used til they were busted and broken...murdered by those who were too unkind to rewind...so very very young...i hope yer happy!

1-900-phone sex lines that once helped pave the careers of many...
stay at home mom's and just as many unattractive out-of-shape homo's who built their self esteem up...
 by cut-n-paste'n some tall dark built grecian piece of man flap as their own...under the pseudo name of  Dirk or Dusty...or Mr.Pus...have been replaced by...
but on the flip side...
self esteem sessions and prozac prescriptions have gone thru the roof

hot spots like B. Dalton and Borders bookstores...
that once housed the latest and greatest novels by Jackie Collins and Suzanne Somers...
 which also had their very own built in meat-n-greet conventions thru-out the midwest and beyond...are no longer with us...
thanx to amazon.com...and e-readers...now all those married suburbanites have been forced to find online love that is not to be spoken of at the dinner table and forced to travel half way across town in the middle of a cold rainy nite to some desert highway rest stop to get any relief without repercussion

the hypnotize'n sounds of the constant click click click of  the cd cases...
 as you flipped thru row after row to find the latest or yer greatest musical act with KRYSTAL KLEER crystal clear quality...cover art and lyric sheets that taught you the correct pronunciations of the songs...so you didn't look like a total ass on karaoke nite...have been die'n a very slow miserable death...
thanx to these guys

what once gave us gen X'ers and those before us...
headaches after spend'n endless hours flipp'n thru the yellow pages (and i don't mean the ones that some wino wee'd on in an alleyway) try'n to decide which categories like pizza or porn were listed under...is no longer with us...
thanx to these bitches take'n the brain power outta the new kittens on the block

remember when the only way to pay yer mortgage or telephone/cable
 bills...or that babysitter off with hush money...so you could get off...just to swing yer hammer and show yer almighty power if they pissed you off by place'n a stop payment on their ass...or that elderly incontinent parent marinate'n in tea rose perfume who sent in a yearly donation of $2 to whatever charity of choice...think'n she was pay'n fer their front row seats into the kingdom of Casper...
 have been all but replaced as a form of payment by these bastards or online bill pay

carpal tunnel was all the rage thru-out the ages...
thanx to all those hand written notes that once showed you cared enough to send yer deepest most inner thoughts by putt'n pen to paper and spend'n yer pocket change to purchase a stamp to prove you really cared...whether it was regard'n love...sympathy or just a simple "how ya been?"
have been totally replaced by free phony forwarded messages of hope or regret on FB by people who've post the pass'n of a loved one...only to figer out if the 1000 likes were because they're sad or glad fer yer lose...and wrongcards.com 

so in conclusion kittens...though i may be age'n myself by complain'n...
about "how it used to be in the good ol' days"...by capture'n those kodak moments to last ferever...or til his cheat'n ass breaks yer heart and you rip him outta yers ferever...there are some advantages to try'n on these new generational gap jeans...especially when it comes to photoshop...
cuz now i now can always look like a fetus in a wig (or no wig at all) with Paulina Porizkova smackers and porcelain skin...without all those chemically enhanced injectibles!
now get off my dress!