The annotated Mercer Mayer

The drummer's all like, "Damn, saxophone player. A frog just jumped out of my snare drum and I know you are somehow responsible. This is insanity." The sax player's all like, "Hmm, well." The frog's all like, "Fuck yeeeeeeessss." The waiter doesn't give a damn about anything except carrying trays. The customers are all like, "I didn't spend 80 bucks for a bunch of nonsense." The trumpet player's all like, "Oh, my sides."

This has been the annotated Mercer Mayer. Join us next week for a special audio version of the annotated masters when the Human Beatbox takes on Kierkegaard.

Adam Yauch R.I.P.

 I should really just change the name of the blog to Cancer Is Killing Awesome Music People. Adam Yauch was only 47. He was one of the Beastie Boys, of course, and one of the only musicians in the Free Tibet movement who did more than just slap a bumper sticker on a car. He directed a few documentaries, one about his own band and the other about street basketball. I was surprised to learn from his obituaries that he founded Oscilloscope Laboratories, a film production company that fought the good fight against multiplex CGI-rot by bringing Meek's Cutoff, We Need to Talk About Kevin, Wendy and Lucy, Dark Days, Rare Exports, Exit Through the Gift Shop, Nicholas Ray's We Can't Go Home Again, and documentaries about Nicholas Ray, Scott Walker, John Cazale, and William S. Burroughs to theaters, festivals, and video stores. He did a lot in the relatively short lifetime he unluckily drew from the genetic pile.