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Mark’s best of 2010

It’s kind of odd that 2010 was bookended by the death of two people who just walked away from it all. In January, J.D. Salinger died; in December, Captain Beefheart died. Both had put themselves in a self-imposed exile from what made them famous. For Salinger, it was writing – he didn’t publish a story for the second half of his life. Beefheart walked away from a singular career in music to focus on art but eventually was limited by MS from even that.
But the thing was, both walked away, fully, completely. It was kind of fascinating how the two, neither of whom really had done anything in decades, became the subject of mass tribute – Beefheart got props from music blogs that I don’t think ever touched his albums, while anybody who ever read Catcher in the Rye went out of their way to praise JD (even though he wrote much better books).
It seems like a mixture of both sincerity and irony, dashed with a little of doing what it takes to fit in. A tonic mix which seems to define 2010, to some degree. This was a year where the must-see movie was a deliberately confusing tangent of intertwining plots, the best TV show was one that mixed earnest and irony until you weren’t sure which one was which and a band best known for clown makeup leaped into the cultural zeitgeist with a song that asked: :”Fuckin’ magnets, how do they work?”
In short, 2010 was a little bit of everything, and here at Extended Play, we hope our best of  2010 manages to cover all of it.  Continue reading ‘Mark’s best of 2010′

icp actually stands for “independent cinema prodigies”

It has recently been brought to my attention that Detriot based rap (I think?) group Insane Clown Posse have a movie coming out. This was surprising news as I, like most others, had not heard anything about the Insane Clown Posse since 2002. When they belong.

Their movie is a western, starring the clowns as themselves. I presume, anyway. I can’t be bothered to actually watch the trailer, I like all my brain cells right where they are, thank you.

However, if you were interested in seeing what Big Money Rustlas (real title) is all about, you’re in for a treat.

Might this be the most ill-advised foray into acting taken by a musician? Maybe. I mean, it won’t get the same backlash as Glitter or Crossroads, because those were starring relevant musicians, but it’s bound to at least be on the same level of infamy as Busta Rhymes starring role in Halloween: Resurrection.

Or maybe ICP’s acting debut will go the same as forgotten Destiny’s Child member Kelly Rowland’s forgotten role in the forgotten film Freddy vs Jason.

Sorry for the poor quality, but no one cared enough to get a good copy of this up on YouTube. Beyonce’s got her own HD channel, though. Just sayin’.

What is it about crappy horror movies that attract so many musicians? Jon Bon Jovi cameo-ed as the pedophile professor in Cry_Wolf (pronounced “Cry underscore Wolf”). However I have come to the conclusion no one saw that movie except for me, as I see every bad horror movie ever. The only scene of Jon I can find on YouTube has been delightfully edited to music for your viewing pleasure.

Aaand that was better than any scene that actually happened in the movie. Thank you, internet.

But hey, maybe if Jon shows us good musicians can still be in bad movies, the opposite is also true? Maybe terrible musicians can be great in films. I mean, Mandy Moore’s had a successful movie career. By which I mean “I really like the movie Saved!

Let’s not forget the award worthy turns by Courtney Love, Bjork, Queen Latifah, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Mos Def and more. And how about the fact that many actors working today started out in music first? Johnny Depp did it, and Mark Wahlberg was Marky-Mark long before he was Oscar Nominee Marky Mark.

So although Big Money Rustlas seems like an easy punchline, we can’t be sure. Don’t be surprised if this time next year you’re hearing about “Best Supporting Actor Shaggy 2 Dope” or “Violent J starring as Frank Sinatra in Scorsese’s biopic.”

Or maybe immediately after reading this blog we’ll all promptly go back to forgetting ICP even existed, except for the odd time you pass a Faygo pop at a convenience store. Only time will tell.

…. wait, who are we talking about?