Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

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The Face Of Rock

You don’t know who this is. Pretty little thing. Looks like a rocking-type fellow, right? Maybe he was the rhythm guitarist for Humble Pie, or the drummer for The Sweet or something like that.

Nope.

His name’s Pierre LaRoche, and Pierre was a makeup artist. Nowadays, the job is initialized as MUA, which my brain always reads as a the sound of a large Jewish aunt air-kissing someone she hates, and you can get rich and famous doing it, but in the 70’s you could create two of the most iconic looks in pop culture history and be completely forgotten to the point where you don’t even warrant a Wikipedia page. You don’t know who Pierre LaRoche is.

But you do.

Pierre LaRoche designed Ziggy’s lightning bolt look, and also gave him a face to go with that dreamy blue suit and wild red mullet.

You remember that:

And that would be enough, one would think; call it a day, Pierre! Sit your skinny Gallic ass down and chain-smoke and complain about the food. You deserve a break.

But Pierre LaRoche did not take a break. Instead, he went to work for a low-budget film based on a no-budget play about a sweet couple named Brad (who was an asshole) and Janet (who was a slut). Neither Brad nor Janet needed much makeup, but the bad guy did.

Pierre LaRoche did this:

Frank and Ziggy: each face came from the same Frenchman’s mind, and we never got to thank him. Pierre LaRoche died in 1991 of exactly what you’d assume a makeup artist would have died from in 1991.

But now you know who he is.

 

(With thanks to Mr. Completely for hipping me to this secret knowledge.)

The Sword Of Damocles Is Hangin’ Over My Head

Can someone tell me why these lyrics work so well for my situation as they do for a newly-born sex clone?

The sword of Damocles is hanging over my head
And I’ve got the feeling someone’s gonna be cutting the thread
Oh, woe is me,
My life is a misery
Oh, can’t you see that I’m at the start of a pretty big downer?

I woke up this morning with a start when I fell out of bed
And left from my dreaming was a feeling of unnameable dread
My high is low,
I’m dressed up with no place to go
And all I know, is: I’m at the start of a pretty big downer…

Be Careful With That Axe, You Genius

There is only one Rocky, and one Brad (who is an asshole) and Janet (who is a cheap slut), and certainly only one Frank N. Furter.

And there’s sure as shit only one Eddie, and he was never on American Idol.

But Not The Symptoms

STOP LIVING IN THE FUCKING PAST, the man obsessed with a semi-defunct choogly-type band yelled impotently.

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