Andrew Earles

As the fog of Isaac Hayes’ death rises to expose the culture vultures picking the story clean for every publication this side of Marine Radio Enthusiast…combined with Elvis Death Week, well, I’m not going to leave the house for a while.

Good thing I have blog content ready for the posting. This time it’s self-promotional + informative. Check out Josh Modell’s Onion A/V Club blog, in which he thoroughly documents the history of prank phone call recording. Yes, Earles and Jensen make the cut towards the end. Very nice. 

And how disturbing is this? The book shelf for people that don’t read. Already assembled…just add idiot.

As you non-regionals might or might not be able to imagine, Memphis has been knocked sideways by the passing of Isaac Hayes. Pronounced three hours ago, Hayes’ cause of death is not solid, but considering he was found next to a treadmill, it appears to be the dirty work of a heart attack during the admirable act of exercise.  I must be honest: Though not the biggest fan, I will always regard the Hot Buttered thru Black Moses ’69 – ’71 run (four albums in less than three years…all epic statements containing epic statements, and one uber-epic statement of epic statements) a stretch of creativity/productivity that falls on the positive side of jaw-dropping.

BULLET POINT I like to think in macro terms. I gravitate towards massive statements packed with humor, entertainment, inspiration, information, meaning, hope, fire, and everything else that matters. Perhaps this is why I consider “mumblecore” (or whatever the genre and its directors have morphed into by now) to be the death rattle of independent film. That barely leads us to…..

BULLET POINT A selection of long-form projects will be consuming my days over the next 5 – 10 years (I HOPE!!!). When that table is cleared, research and writing will begin on my masterwork. Ok, ok, ok…I’ll reveal a vague description, since you came here to read me write about myself, my dreams, my interests. Some people enjoy breaking records with “lofty” acts such as walking around the world, climbing a mountain in some boring yak-ridden dump, digging the deepest backyard hole, sailing around the world (or for a really long distance….who cares?!?), being the loudest musical act in existence, living the longest (yawn), but not me. I’m no sucker. I’m no sucker because my entry and permanent residence in the record books will be a result of my stamina re: biographical writing. I will write the longest piece of entertainment/arts/pop-culture-based non-fiction readers have ever attempted and failed to finish. In my relaxed mind, I picture a multi-volume biography of Bill Drummond that physically surpasses any child’s play written by Shelby Foote or William T. Don’t-Tell-The-Boxcar-Hobos-About-My-Book-Advance. He’s currently 55 and has no idea who I am. Plus, this was just published. Each time he finishes a project, book, or brilliant prank, I mentally add another partial volume.

Here’s that link, again.

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In closing, I’d like to say with the utmost confidence that cats are the thinking-person’s pet.  

No more disappearing acts!! I just can’t do that to my readership!! I often wonder if my readership would fit in my living room (which opens up into my office if we need more space). Would I live in a bigger/swankier joint if I thought of this idea? IF SO, EVERYONE’S INVITED!!