The Sexy Armpit - A Whiff of Pop Culture from New Jersey

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2015-06-08T20:48:00.001-04:00

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NJ T-Shirt Tuesday 119: KISS at Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City!

2015-06-02T21:40:00.000-04:00

Today's t-shirt memorializes the very KISS stadium concert at Jersey City's Roosevelt Stadium in 1976! This tee is available at their official page KISSonline.com

Wow, we love demolishing stadiums in this state, don't we? Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City was a baseball stadium that opened in 1937 and was demolished in 1985. Sure, it had its share of memorable sporting events and concerts, but one in particular featured my favorite band ever, KISS.

When you think of famed KISS concerts, you may think of Cobo Hall in Detroit, or even Madison Square Garden in New York City, but merely days after America's Bicentennial 4th of July celebration, on July 10th, 1976, KISS played very first stadium show right in The Sexiest of all Armpits.

Daniel Bryan Comes to iPlay America!

2015-05-31T15:03:00.001-04:00

Daniel Bryan Comes to iPlay America in Freehold, NJ

Relinquishing the Intercontinental Title sucks. It will truly be upsetting if Daniel Bryan's story comes to an end this year. There's times in WWE when you don't really know if they have a surprise in the storyline up their sleeve or not, but Bryan's latest injury is apparently legit enough to take him out of action, possibly forever. Daniel Bryan's WWE career wasn't as long as his fans would've hoped, but it was filled with some stellar moments. If it's determined that his career is indeed being forced to end, he's left a great legacy in the indies and WWE behind him.

Fortunately for his fans, Daniel Bryan is still fulfilling his meet and greet engagements (YES! YES! YES!) One of these opportunities comes on June 28th, 2015 at iPlay America in Freehold, NJ. iPlay has become a recurring venue for WWE Superstar Meet and Greets and I think that's awesome. I couldn't think of a better place to meet these guys - it's a freaking indoor amusement park! Tickets are mostly sold out, (NO! NO! NO!) but there are some left for parents who are accompanying their children.

Six Scores From The Flea Market!

2015-05-25T11:10:00.004-04:00

I believe it was an ancient Chinese Proverb that stated, "The early bird catches the worm, well, usually, but only if he can wake his ass up in time."

Since I'm on a schedule where I wake up ungodly early for work each day, my body's own alarm clock buzzed me out of a dead sleep around 7am on Saturday. The incessant chirping of birds near my window didn't help either. The flea market trip wasn't for a few hours, so I did my best to waste time. Ate some cereal, watched Big Hero 6 for the 11th time, inventoried my entire Monster High collection...HA! Just kidding, that would take me 3 1/2 weeks. Then, before I knew it, it was time to embark on another journey to the Englishtown Auction with Matt from Dinosaur Dracula.

To say that I was soured on my experiences is an understatement. Do you remember when Luke's X-Wing fighter sunk into the murky swamp on Dagobah? Well, that's basically what happened to my car, just at a Flea Market in New Jersey. If you missed that little debacle, you can read about it here!

Matt reported that his last trip to Englishtown was a major success, and I chalked that propaganda up to the natural high of finding the absolute most beautiful ceramic E.T bank that was actually manufactured in 1982 by a Hallmark-like stationary store on Brodo Asogi. Come to think of it, maybe getting my ass back there was an intergalactic imperative.

It seriously couldn't have been a more perfect day for 3-hour walk around an outdoor flea market. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the temperature was in the low '70s. Even the insane traffic couldn't agitate me, well, that's a baldfaced lie. Traffic always agitates me, but when I'm with friends, it agitates me considerably less. Maybe it's because I can't let them see my usual stuck in a car with no air conditioning type meltdowns.

Frequently, every weekend even, you tend to see people posting their big finds from the various yard sales (I always called them Garage Sales) and Flea Markets on Instagram and Twitter. What's irksome to me is that everyone elsewhere across the country seems to find some utterly amazing shit, while often, all I come home with is a Taylor Dane LP not realizing that I already owned 2 copies. I can never get enough of "Tell it To My Heart," so all is well. Though, records weren't the only crap I came home with from the Flea Market this weekend.

Their trash is my treasure as they say, and this trip defined that old saying in spades. The dirty bags of junk I hauled into my apartment last night were filled with things that seriously almost no one would've purchased. Except maybe our friend, Trash Culture.

Literally, the first table I stopped at gave me an early indication that we'd have a wondrous experience on this day. This guy's table was filled with the most random junk EVER. The friendly vendor was willing to work with me on prices too.

1. GENE SIMMONS PLAQUE

Out of all the amazing stuff at the table, my eyes zeroed in on an old Gene Simmons plaque that looked like it was hanging in a den covered in wood paneling in 1978. What that translates to is me having to own this without question. FIVE BUCKS. Boom. Take my money.

2. FLABBER DOLL - BIG BAD BEETLEBORGS

Oh wait up vendor man, you have a Flabber doll from the Big Bad Beetleborgs? WTF, are you seriously kidding me right now? I will give you $160 dollars for it. 2 days prior, I just got done telling Matt how creepy I thought that dude Flabber was. I think the spirit animal thing has been done to death by this point, but whatever the modern equivalent is, good ol' Flabs is mine. He was Jay Leno mixed with the ghost of Liberace. NEED.

3. PROMOTIONAL SOPRANOS WATER SNOW GLOBE TV THINGY

Oh no, wait, don't ring me up yet, you also have this promotional Sopranos TV that doubles as a snow globe, but instead of snow it's dollar signs? How much for f*cking Flabber AND the Sopranos promotional TV water globe thing? 4 bucks! How could I go wrong? I could've stopped right there and went home with the same level of happiness of a little kid in 1986 leaving TRU with an action figure. Just realizing now that this thing goes for some decent cash on eBay. Some Buy It Now listings for it range from $24 to $66 dollars!

As if these finds weren't preposterous enough, this was all from the freaking same table! If I hadn't already overused caps in this post I would've typed that entire previous sentence in caps and maybe even bold. A big thanks to that vendor too, because after I was done looting his table, Matt noticed his insane collection of old fridge magnets and he cut him a great deal for the entire collection.

4. RECORDS! MORE RECORDS!

Leaving a flea market without a vinyl LP is a virtual impossibility for me. This time, I actually had one in mind that I'm trying to track down, but couldn't find it. Looking at my haul, there was about 10 records, most were a buck, 2 were free, and then with a couple of Tiffany 45s thrown in the mix (Matt found them! One of these I already had, but whatevs, that's a bad habit of mine.) I won't detail all of the records I picked up, but I'll show you some of the best ones.

First, the most random "get" was My Stepmother is an Alien Soundtrack. The fact that this even exists in 2015 is a miracle. The inspiration for owning this soundtrack was clearly not the music etched into the vinyl. Look at that cover! Was that photo one of the rejects from an ad for the Playboy Channel in the late '80s? So awesome. From there, a Hall and Oates single, one of my favorite tunes by them: "Adult Education," with the lyrics on the back cover! Also, Wendy and Lisa's Fruit at the Bottom, former tag-team backup for Prince. And of course, those Tiffany 45s. The design of these covers were so simple, yet so effective. They didn't overthink it at all. Slap a glamour shot on the cover, a typical font of the era, and some minimal effect, and nowadays you have artists trying with all of their ingenuity to recreate this style on their own releases.

5. HERCULES THE LEGENDARY JOURNEYS FIGURES, 1996

My condo is packed with about 685 million action figures, so clearly I needed more. I don't even know a damn thing about the Hercules TV show or Xena for that matter, but one thing I will say in my defense is that I won't needlessly buy figures unless I'm drawn to them in a specific way. Now, when reading the name of this next figure, how could I not be drawn to her?

SHE-DEMON.

I'm attracted to She-Demons, what can I say?

Hercules: The Legendary Journeys from Toy Biz figures were 2 for $5 bucks. I wasn't an avid viewer of the show, but I've definitely seen it on TV, I believe it aired on our local WWOR-9 at the time. It was that shlocky Saturday mid-day programming that always came through for me when I was eating lunch in the kitchen and needed a temporary diversion. I don't know too much about the show, but I can now tell you that the figure line was amazing. There are monsters, there are heroes, there are Mesomorphs. I went with that stone cold fox She-Demon and Xena II with her red warrior disguise.

6. WONDER GIRL CUP 7-11, 1973

Something tells me that a roving therapist or psychiatrist would benefit some of the people at the Englishtown Auction. Whether people want to admit it or not, there are some nutsos running a few of the tables. Some of them are just wacky, while others are seriously delusional.

This one lady had about 5 or 6 of these vintage 7-11 cups on her garbage filled table. Keep in mind, people go to these flea markets to get good deals, not to overpay with eBay pricing. I asked "How much are these cups?" as if I didn't know anything about them. With that, this woman starts asking me all kinds of questions like "Which one are you interested in, I can sell you all five for $100 dollars, you know they are all so expensive."

I explained that I didn't want all of them. She then offered me the price of $15 each and reminded me again how expensive they were, which technically, by eBay standards was actually pretty fair, but we were standing on a pile of dirt that was clouding up every time people walked by, we were in the middle of a big open space with picnic tables that have been there since the '60s, and there was no freaking way I was prepared to shell out $15 bucks for this damn cup, no matter how bad I wanted it. She asked me how I felt about that price and stone faced I said, "That is too steep for me," and began to walk away. "3 DOLLARS!" she yelled to me.

SOLD.

And there you have it folks, one of the most successful and entertaining flea market trips I've ever taken part in. There were a few other items too, so I'm sure they'll surface here in the near future. Thanks for reading!

AC Boardwalk Con Adventure Part 1

2015-05-20T22:50:00.000-04:00

You couldn't move in AC last weekend. Everywhere you turned there was a bachelorette party going on. It was like an old B-movie, but, instead of the Jersey Shore getting infested with 50-foot mutated soon-to-be brides, it was overrun with literal hordes of drunken twenty-something girls wearing dresses that could barely fit my arm. They were stumbling all over the boardwalk, making a scene at the casinos, and even loud talking (slurring) on line at Starbucks. Believe me, I'm all for partying, but the combination of drunkenness only amplified the fact that they all seemed to think they were hot shit. Something about getting dressed up and downing weak shots of fruity liqueur makes even the biggest disasters feel like they could nail David Beckham. They couldn't even pronounce Macchioto at that point, but, then again, they could barely walk - even with those giant heels in hand. Don't think for a second that their male counterparts weren't up to the same shenanigans in other casinos, they just disguised it better. Clusters of dudes on their bachelor parties were equally as obnoxious, but they weren't wearing tiaras and sashes, so they didn't stand out as much. Why am I telling you this? To set the scene of course!

While much of this turned out to be entertaining in itself, like witnessing multiple girls trip over their giant heels in their micro mini skirts right before my eyes, it got in the way of my real mission: getting to the FIRST EVER Atlantic City Boardwalk Con. Last weekend, Dinosaur Dracula and I escaped immediately into a parking garage and sought refuge in the most perfect place imaginable - The Atlantic City Convention Center. This place was bustling with an entirely different breed of revelers: Geeks. The Atlantic City Boardwalk Con was like being in the Merry Land of Oz, if Oz was a comic convention and Kevin Smith was the Wizard.

AC took on a double meaning for me. The Atlantic City Convention Center was supplied with Air Conditioning, which made it a haven in more ways than one; it was an awesome way to get out of the humidity (I'm currently AC-less at home), but it was also an immense emporium for all of my favorite geek things. From comics books to Zatanna cosplay, it was all there spread throughout the cavernous facility. The craziest part about it was that they didn't even utilize half the floor space and ACBC was still a huge con.

Cosplay was in full force. Personally, I never get sick of seeing cosplayers and the insane amount of time and effort they put into their bringing their characters to life. Some cosplayers have such elaborate homemade costumes and they never break from their roles. They're usually happy to chat and take pictures and those I spoke to at ACBC were friendly and seemed pretty psyched to be there. Cosplay was a key part of the AC Boardwalk Con (i.e Dark Helmet) and it's welcome to see it get the spotlight that it deserves here in New Jersey. I saw Callie Cosplay as Sue Storm and she looked fantastic. Much like some of the other cosplayers at ACBC, she changed costumes over the course of the weekend, but in the video you can catch a quick glimpse of her as Sue.

Since ACBC is new, it was a fresh experience. There was an aspect of discovery that I don't get from other cons. With New York Comic Con, it always feels like an organized mess, overshadowed by the mega conglomerates who sink the most ad money into the event. On the other hand, ACBC provided me with a happy feeling every time I turned a corner and noticed something that I hadn't before. It was a mix of independent vendors and the random official Marvel Universe kiosk. An excellent balance of both. Plus. the easy to follow floor layout and the imaginative vendor set-ups infused the stagnant con prototype with a new style. Mostly, it was just different than the norm, and less stressful and aggravating to navigate than the other big cons.

Enticing my eyeballs for a few hours were random toys, odd collectibles, and beautiful artwork. Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I actually didn't come home with any. I resisted. I so desperately wanted the Batman/Harley Quinn painting you'll see in the video above, but it was about $900 bucks! I got bills, yo! I'll stick with the shots in the video footage I took. Further guilt was brought on by the fact that I've bought so many figures recently that I wanted to stick with a few original items to take home with me, so let me show you what came home with.

The NJ Ghostbusters were on site investigating a free floating full torso apparition of an old famed casino owner who is known to haunt the Atlantic City area. When I ran into the boys in gray, they didn't have much time to B.S with me about the latest issue of Space Catalog because they just got an urgent call from Janine Melnitz, so I quickly threw them some cash so I could own one of their beautiful NJGB t-shirts! Could this shirt be any more apropos for me? NJ and Ghostbusters, perfect. I also picked up some stickers.

All the way from the far off land of Los Angeles, CA, I stopped at the table of JSalvador's Super Emo Friends. These cute paintings of sad super heroes, rock stars, and pop culture icons grabbed me as if I saw a sad puppy in a pet shop window. How could I resist Emo Jason Voorhees moping on his mother's severed head? I also picked up the Emo Arrow for Mike.

ACBC didn't give me much to bitch about at all. I only had one minor gripe. I didn't wind up meeting any of the guests, but the celebrity signing lines could've used more ingenuity. Once you reached the autograph and picture area in the back of the con, it was clogged up with people milling around trying to figure out whose line they wanted to go wait on first. Even getting remotely close to that wing would've gotten you caught up in a bit of a traffic jam. It's possible they weren't expecting such a huge turnout, but they'll definitely have to expand this area next year.

ACBC was a success and I will venture to say that it was one of the most enjoyable conventions I'd ever been to. There was a positive vibe throughout and people weren't acting like jerks. Seeing kids and families there also brought me back to when I was young and geeky things like comics weren't ruled by 40-something dudes. It's a family affair and that's cool. ACBC did a bang up job right out of the gate. Looking forward to next year already!

You didn't think our adventure ended at The Atlantic City Boardwalk Con, did you? Of course, there's more to come from our exploits AFTER the con! Things got pretty interesting so come back soon to check it out. Thanks for reading!

The Dirty Pearls at The Brighton Bar in Long Branch, NJ

2015-05-06T23:05:00.000-04:00

My blogging time has dwindled as of late, so this recap should've been posted weeks ago, but it's here now! Get ready to watch, listen, and read about The Dirty Pearls show at The Brighton Bar in Long Branch, NJ on April 11th, 2015. After their upcoming show at The Viper Room in West Hollywood on May 23rd, it's onto their BIG New York City concert, Saturday June 20th! Tickets are available now.

The show at the Brighton Bar was basically a warm up for the band. When you're prepping for a workout, you might want to stretch first so you don't pull a muscle. Some people choose to contort themselves, others jog in place. Occasionally, you'll see some crazy bastards doing thousands of jumping jacks. That's all good if you're exercising, but what if you're a rock band preparing for a bunch of concerts in support of your new music? You can do all the vocal exercises you want, but you better be on point when you come to New Jersey. In this case, the crew from the lower east side of New York City, The Dirty Pearls, brought their A-game to The Brighton Bar - no arm circles necessary.

Evaluating a band like The Dirty Pearls, who are constantly running on all cylinders, they don't need much of a warm up. Just give 'em a stage to play on and they'll blow the audience away, which is precisely what they did at The Brighton Bar.

On our way to the show, I realized that I hadn't been to The Brighton Bar in about 10 or 11 years. This fact was shocking to me, and after the night was through, I already wanted to go back because it's such an awesome place to see a show. The layout is perfect for seeing bands and the bar made me want to plant myself next to it for a few hours. I felt at ease there which is rare for me since I'd rather watch the concert via my couch at home.

Back to the DP concert!

These guys are always on, and I have no idea how they do it. Their fuel may very well be "Caffeine and Gasoline," which happens to be one of their most potent tracks, one that will get you energized before you can even reach over and crack open that Red Bull to get you through the night. Naturally, it was included in their set list, among many of their other staple tracks, like their opener, "Whether You Like it or Not," followed by "Bring on the Night," "Sucker for a Sequel," and sending it home with their signature anthem "New York City is a Drug."

I always try to seize the opportunity to check out one of my favorite bands, The Dirty Pearls, when they're playing merely miles away from my house. It was all the more awesome since they debuted some brand new tracks, some were never performed live previously!

If you checked out My Top 6 Favorite Dirty Pearls Songs, you know that "Dynamite" made the list, and sure enough, they played it at the Brighton Bar! After talking with the band, that song will likely appear on their next release, along with the other tracks they premiered that night including, "Boom Boom Boom," "Who Will Save Rock and Roll?" and "We Don't Need Your Kind." These new tunes planted a pop-rock punch while maintaining the booze splashed punk edge and Lower East Side attitude of their previous work.

Smashing the kit and spinning his sticks, Mr. Marty E. looked like he was having a blast as he always is. That dude has fun whether he's at a real estate seminar or rocking out on stage. Frontman Tommy London interacted with the crowd throughout their set. Always entertaining, London bestowed us with his definitive David Coverdale impression and even made a Friendster reference. Not many lead singers of rock and roll bands are gonna be making references to ancient social media sites, but leave it to Tommy! Along with telling amusing anecdotes about some of their popular tracks, he broke into a homage to Billy Idol with a bit of "Rebel Yell," and also dedicated a cover of "Sheena is a Punk Rocker" to New York's beloved Ramones.

This was merely an appetizer prior to their big New York City show at the Gramercy Theater on June 20th. Tickets are on sale NOW! GO HERE FOR MORE INFO!

AC Boardwalk Con Is Coming May 14th - 17th!

2015-05-04T10:48:00.000-04:00

Get Your Tickets at DOACBC.COM and USE DISCOUNT CODE "BLOG10" to receive 10% off your ticket purchase, courtesy of AC Boardwalk Con and The Sexy Armpit!

Geek conventions and casinos have something in common. Think about it, aside from a few exceptions, for many years there were two main spots in the country to gamble in a casino, Atlantic City and Las Vegas. It was much the same with comic conventions. The official Comic Cons always happened in San Diego and New York City. No longer do we have to deal with only two major cons. Nowadays, comic and pop culture conventions are happening constantly all over the country.

Promoters have been capitalizing on the demand for cons and we have more events to choose from than ever before, especially here in New Jersey. One that I have been waiting patiently for the last couple of years for is the Atlantic City Boardwalk Con, a.k.a ACBC. The announcement for this huge event came quite a while ago and it's finally upon us. In merely a couple of weeks (May 14th - 17th 2015) you can be a part of their inaugural event in Atlantic City, NJ.

New Jersey has a few comic conventions throughout the year, but none seem to be on the same level as this one. ACBC's organizers have spared no expense to hit the ground running. Although it's the first ACBC, it has the epic feel of a con that's been around for a decade. Celebrity guests, collectibles, concerts, events, contests, film fests, and an after hours party will comprise this jam-packed geekgasm of a weekend.

This is a chance to hobnob with comic book artists and creators as well as check out some Q&As, workshops, take part in masquerades, and snap your cosplay photos at some awesome backdrops. There will also be the cosplay competition and crowning of Mr. and Miss Cosplay Atlantic City, a Warriors Reunion, and a Film and TV auto exhibit.

I've always been a huge fan of events that take place in Atlantic City because there's always stuff to do when the con ends for the night. Plus, it's so much easier to make a weekend of it all and give it that "mini-vacation" vibe. The weather is warm, the beach is next door, the boardwalk is always filled with stuff to do, and you'll no doubt want to try your luck at a table game or a slot machine while you're in AC, because what's the sense of being in AC if you don't gamble away your life savings and fall deeper in hate with yourself in the process? But do that AFTER you head to ACBC because you may want an autograph from Thea Queen from Arrow first. Just looking out for ya!

From the looks of the website, this con is shaping up to be the real deal. It would truly be a feat to see ACBC succeed in such a big way that it cements it's place amongst the major players of the convention scene. It's looking promising, and New Jersey may finally have it's official comic-con.

Celebrities Appearing for Autographs and Photo Ops Include:

Stan Lee, Kevin Smith, Adam West, Burt Ward, Julie Newmar, Danielle Panabaker, Tom Cavanaugh, Willa Holland, William Shatner, Brian Tee, Bryan Johnson, Drew Powell, Charles Fleischer, Elizabeth Lail, Garett Wang, Georgina Haig, Jason Mewes, Jeremy Shada, Jess Harnell, Michael Rooker, Manu Bennett, Rob Paulsen, The cast of The Warriors, Tress Macneille and a host of others!

Bands Performing: September Mourning, New Politics, and Make Out Monday

Atlantic City Convention Center
1 Convention Boulevard
Atlantic City, NJ 08401

Rob Zombie's Super Monster Sex Action Tour Is Coming To Starland Ballroom

2015-04-29T06:59:00.000-04:00

http://www.starlandballroom.com

He claimed he would be swearing off horror for a while to delve into other genres, but Rob Zombie isn't keeping his word. There's more movies and music to be made and Zombie seems like he's Never Gonna Stop. I'm more than cool with his self-defiance. The hard working and hard rocking horror icon, a.k.a Rob Cummings, will be unleashing his own brand of hell onto the Starland Ballroom is Sayreville, NJ on Saturday, June 6th 2015. It's the Super Monster Sex Action Tour, and it's gonna be insane.

Zombie's ability to churn out new music is astounding. This guy is a creative machine. For Zombie fans, each of his albums have consistently delivered, all while throwing up a middle finger to the mainstream. I'm hoping a few new tracks will be unveiled at the sold out show.

How does he do it all? I have a hard time working, blogging, and putting the dishes away, but this guy writes and directs films AND tours in support of albums crammed with songs he writes and records with his band. Whatever magic juice he's drinking, gimme some of that!

In the movie realm, on the horizon for Zombie is his own crowdfunded horror film, 31. Early clues such as plot, storyboards, and character design point to this being the best work of his career, which is encouraging for people who were left underwhelmed by The Lords of Salem. Not saying it's a great film, but personally, I enjoyed it.

Also coming up, he'll be executive producing and providing some voice work for the animated The Hills Have Eyes: The Beginning. Getting Zombie on board for an installment in this franchise couldn't be more in his wheelhouse, it's a total no-brainer.

Back to the topic of Zombie's concerts - they are always quite a spectacle. You won't be hearing any A Capella or harmonizing, it's all about the rock. You'll have a bad case of rockneck from all the headbanging. He often throws in some surprises too. For instance, last year, at his concert in Camden, NJ, Zombie brought out the Catman himself, Peter Criss, for a special performance of "God of Thunder." He eloquently urged his legion of fans in a courteous manner that, "Now would be the time to take out those stupid fucking phones, you might want to film this..." You can check out the entire clip courtesy of Jim Powers' YouTube account below.

NJ T-Shirt Tuesday 118: Jolly Voorhees!

2015-04-21T23:28:00.002-04:00

I ordered the Jolly Voorhees tee off of Ript Apparel, but it's also for sale on Teepublic

It's not often that I'll actually model the t-shirt for this column, so savor this moment while it lasts. Earlier today I posted this pic on my Instagram, which you should follow if you haven't already and I will most likely follow you back as long as you aren't some fake robo-account, so you can see dumb pics like this that I tend to post. Today's shirt, The Jolly Voorhees, arrived today in my mailbox and it features a design by a favorite artist of mine from South Jersey, Blair J. Campbell.

Mr. Campbell has created hundreds of awesome designs that you've seen on t-shirts and basically all over the Internet. He's responsible for some of my favorite pop culture mash-ups that run the gamut of cartoons and comics to movies and TV shows.

The Jolly Voorhees is another one of his brilliant fusions. The skull and crossbones is a logo notorious for letting everyone know that whoever has a Jolly Roger flag are usually evil pirates. Mix that with my favorite horror film franchise, Friday the 13th, and it doesn't get much better than this! This black tee's graphic depicts Jason Voorhees' mask with 2 machetes crossed underneath with a dripping red number 13. PLUS, the entire graphic is subtly splattered with blood.

Aside from taking this silly selfie today, I was also excited to see that Jerry Bruckheimer tweeted the first pic of Captain Jack Sparrow from the set of Pirate of the Caribbean 5! On top of all this, it's T-Shirt Tuesday, so it felt like fate that this all happened all in one day and I just had to tell you all about it.

Check out all of Blair's other t-shirt designs including his Star Wars Red Five tee in the Top Gun style - it's a classic! You can see more at his Teepublic shop. AND OMG HIS ZIGGY STAR TREK IS INSANELY GOOD!

AD JERSEUM 19: That Gekko Grabs Some Free Advertising with his Foam Finger!

2015-04-15T06:59:00.000-04:00

So Much New Jersey Advertising, It'll Make You Vomit!

Watch the full commercial HERE

"So, what brings ya to Jersey?" a driver of a car on the New Jersey Turnpike asks his passenger in the back seat. Sitting contently is none other than the Geico gekko, who goes on to brag about how his company Geico is the number one car insurance company in the Tri-state area.

He then pulls out an extremely tiny foam finger to bestow his appreciation on this New Jerseyan for helping to gain this milestone. The driver accepts it and is left dumbfounded. All he can say is "That's great." Although this commercial wasn't the funniest of Geico ads, the gekko always amuses me. I find it surprising at how many people tell me that can't stand this little limey bugger! He's a good dude, cut him some slack.

I hate giving free advertising to giant companies like this, but it's impossible for me not to throw some attention at this crisp eating mascot since he winds up in New Jersey quite frequently. In fact, the Geico Gekko was previously the subject of the first ever installment of our Ad Jerseum column way back in 2010! You can read about the Gekko at the Loews Jersey Theatre in Jersey City, NJ right here!

*Thanks to Miss Sexy Armpit for letting me know about this one!

NJ T-Shirt Tuesday 117: NJ Devils Masked Intentions

2015-04-14T07:00:00.000-04:00

NJ Devils Masked Intentions T-Shirt available at Shop.NHL.com

For a fairly accurate indication of my knowledge of sports, you can just watch The Lonely Island's "We Like Sportz."

Upon this admission, it wouldn't be fair to categorize today's NJ T-Shirt Tuesday as a sports post. And don't start fuming if you hate the Devils, this is a New Jersey blog after all, so don't hold it against me! I don't even know enough about the NHL landscape this season to offer much in the way of Hockey commentary, besides, you can go to sports blog for that. I will say that I know that the Devils haven't had the best season, but this t-shirt will make you quickly forget that.

Inclusion of this tee here at The Sexy Armpit was such a no-brainer that it was like scoring an empty net goal. See, I know a little. What I dug about the New Jersey Devils officially licensed "Masked Intentions" t-shirt is that it's an imposing combo of various things.

First, the mostly white graphic on the plain black tee calls to mind Sons of Anarchy. The overall design of the shirt is reminiscent of the famous Sons logo that has been copied so many times, especially on t-shirts and hoodies up and down the various boardwalks down the shore. The red outline provides the final touch in capturing the Devil's color scheme while simultaneously adding a demonic quality. Hence, those red eyeballs peering out from the creepy goalie mask could mean that it's the actual Jersey Devil heading out on the ice, or a goaltending T-800.

At the bottom, one word brings it all together like that damn rug in The Big Lebowski. HALLOWEEN...of course! This must have been a special Halloween edition t-shirt. I'm several months late on this, but sometimes I prefer it that way. It's like finding buried treasure. Now what do you say we go slap some pucks or something?

My Top 6 Favorite Dirty Pearls Songs

2015-04-11T19:43:00.000-04:00

The Dirty Pearls are one of my favorite rock bands...ever. For me to put a band in such a prestigious category is a testament to just how damn good they are. About 8 or 9 years ago they began to pump blood into the New York City rock scene. Their kickass songs, showmanship, and rock and roll attitude elevate them from an independent band driven for success into what I consider legendary. If it sounds like I'm embellishing, I'm not. These guys have been friends of mine for many years and I've simultaneously been one of their biggest supporters from the very early days.

The Dirty Pearls flawlessly incorporate sleek guitar riffs and headbanging drums with pop hooks and serve it all up on a grand scale. Every time I witness them on stage it's as if they are a masterful arena rock band who skipped a grade. To top it off they pull a Springsteen and refuse to leave the stage until you are 100% in awe.

Although they are primarily known for their NYC shows, once in a while, they've thrown New Jersey a bone. Over the years, they've played down the shore in Asbury Park at The Saint, The Stone Pony, and The Wonder Bar, and even up in North Jersey at the Wellmont Theatre in Montclair. They've opened for KISS, and so many other giant acts, but their New York City shows are iconic.

In this post I'll describe songs that I have memories attached to and that's a lot to say for a modern, independent band. It's easy to claim to have awesome memories of songs from bands you grew up listening to or discovered in your teenage years because they've lasted a lifetime. Those songs may have gone from the mix tape you used to play in your Walkman, to the mix CD you blasted in your car, to the iPod playlist you listened to while sharing earbuds with your favorite girl (or guy!) The impact that the 'Pearls have had on myself and their fans is thanks to their tireless commitment to their music, and their fans. They perform unforgettable concerts and have created moments that will last a lifetime. Check this out, here's one that I was front and center for. It was when the 'Pearls and DMC joined together on stage for "Walk This Way." It was insane. The place went nuts, the floor was literally shaking.

These guys are amazing songwriters. It's not often that modern bands get truly get commended for their songwriting abilities, but the 'Pearls are an exception. What makes their tracks so original is that it's not easy to pinpoint exactly the influences because they love it all. The entire band are music fiends. You can't call them a "junior" version of any previous band. The Dirty Pearls songs flawlessly intertwine their passion for the music they love and the music they want to hear which equates to truly original rock/pop tracks for this generation. I connect with these songs. All of The Dirty Pearls songs are staples on my iPod, but here are 6 of my absolute favorite tracks from The Dirty Pearls.

6. "Sucker for a Sequel" The Dirty Pearls EP

There are 2 versions of this song. My preference is for the early version from the The Dirty Pearls first EP, not only because it was the one that I listened to for a long time before their full length debut album was released, but also because only some of the tweaks that were made in the latter version were better than the original. After speaking to frontman Tommy London about it, much of the changes were influenced by their debut album producer, David Kahne, but he won a Grammy so I digress.

The original version is some badass bombastic bluesy bar rock, you might pick out an early Aerosmith vibe and some booze fueled sleaze in the vein of Faster Pussycat. There's also a brilliant breakdown that calms the mood only to leave you primed for the chorus again. The newer version, still great, lacks the natural flow of the predecessor and has a noticeable pop sheen, which is never a bad thing, but the irony here is that this song is actually a sequel to their song about being suckers for a sequel. If you understand that, then great, either way, I'm still a sucker for the original!

5. "Gimme Gimme" - The Dirty Pearls Volume 2 EP

This "oldie" from the band didn't make the cut on their debut, Whether You Like It Or Not, but it still embodies the type of party rock with a punk streak that will blow you away at a Dirty Pearls show. This one will have your fist in the air and ready to rock out.

4. "Dynamite" - Unreleased (...so far!)

Not sure if frontman Tommy London will get mad at me for even writing about this, but they played this track at the Stone Pony back in May 2013 and I have no idea if it will surface on their upcoming sophomore full length album, but I'm really hoping it does. I recorded the song at the Pony so I've been able to hear the live version often, but for the masses, I'd love if you could hear a studio version! It's a simple, energetic, hard rocking pop gem with a dash of the '80s. Imagine a harder rock version of The Romantics if they were produced by Ric Ocasek. The result is nothing less than "Dynamite." With the refrain "...Your love is like dynamite," this one is sure to be the soundtrack to think about your crush, if it surfaces.

3. "Who's Comin Back to Who" from Whether You Like it or Not

Much of Whether You Like It Or Not was pop influenced, and I'm so on board with the pop/rock marriage, especially when The Dirty Pearls are delivering the vows. Infectious vocal harmonies, giant drums from Mary E., an insane guitar solo, and a phenomenal breakdown beat will make you clap your ass off. And a fun fact for ya: I WAS IN THE F'N VIDEO! It doesn't get much cooler than that shit. It's the unnominated winner of Best Video at the MTV VMAS in 2011. It's such a kickass video directed by my friend, Jersey guy, and Starkiller lead singer, Jasin Cadic, check it out above. Finding me in the video is like Where's Waldo. To read more about my experience in the video read this.

2. "Static" from Whether You Like it or Not

The video for this song was directed by Matt Weckel and filmed with an Xbox Kinect! It's one of the coolest videos since The White Stripes were big. The sick visuals merge perfectly with this track that's a pounding pop rock assault with some sick grooves. Put this on when you're alone and you'll be singing and dancing in front of your mirror like a silly asshole in no time. I know from experience.

1. "New York City Is a Drug" - Whether You Like it or Not

This one was originally a single released to iTunes, but was a no brainer to be included on their debut album since it captures the essence of the band. I'd say it's gospel that this is The Dirty Pearls signature track and there's probably not too much debate on that. Although, with two EPs, a debut album, and another whopper of an album on the way, I bet they have a couple of other classics up their sleeve.

Take Sinatra for instance, sang about New York City. Old Blue Eyes was from Hoboken, just a short swim across the river, but still, Hoboken wasn't the pounding heart of the world. Billy Joel's "New York State of Mind" is bar none unbeatable, but it's not inspiring any headbanging as far as I know, unless you do some serious audio editing. That brings me to KISS. They sang about Detroit, but they were from New York City, so go figure. Thanks to The 'Pearls, we have our quintessential rock tribute to NYC. This atmospheric track will make you envision all that late night debauchery in the lower east side of Manhattan, but with a bit of drama and bombast.

This song hits home to so many people, you may not be one of them yet if you aren't familiar with the band, but you will be soon. It's dedicated the downtown New York scene, it's for the crew of people at the bars who love to party, it's for the crew at Jerome's, it's for their fans, the late nights, the fun, the booze etc, and conversely it's not only for New Yorkers, it's for anyone who loves and thrives off being with their crew on their own stomping grounds. Hell, if there was anything cool to do in New Jersey, this track would've inspired me to write a song about my exploits, but in the meantime I'll just continue to live vicariously through The Dirty Pearls enjoy

The sentiments in this song and leaving a Dirty Pearls show always leave me feeling high on life. Or maybe it's just the vitality of New York City? Sure I'm all about New Jersey, but they're singing about a metropolis that looms over my town merely miles away in the distance - New York City is where it all goes down.

The rest of my favorites list includes tracks like "Caffeine and Gasoline," "Whether You Like it or Not," "Bring on the Night," and "Love Sick Love." Get their track on iTunes, Spotify, Soundcloud, and their videos are on YouTube. Click Here for their official site!

The Dirty Pearls are LIVE! Tonight at the Brighton Bar in Long Branch, NJ

From Mallrats to Miracle World: Monster Mania Adventure Part 3

2015-04-03T07:00:00.000-04:00

Enhancing the ambiance of our departure from Monster Mania was the gray skies, rain, and my fogged up windshield. I couldn't have asked for a more picturesque day. The sun is nice once in a while, but for this type of weekend, I prefer it to be a horror movie outside. If you've been reading along you know there's a few more stops to make before heading home. Where we're going we don't need Google Maps...actually, wait, yes we do. Shit, why did you throw the GPS out the window? Pull over.

It may sound pretty generic, but my first stop was the Cherry Hill Mall. The mall was only a few minutes from Monster Mania so it would've been a crime not to stop there. Shannon from Mallrats ™ wouldn't have any reason to criticize me because I actually did have a very specific shopping agenda. I wasn't going to buy men's slacks, nor was I looking to get some junk jewelry and scrunchies from Easy Pickins. Nope, I was there for refreshment of the liquid type. Matt and Ms. X had no clue what the hell I was up to.

I must've driven around the entire mall 12 times before I finally settled on a entrance tucked away in a corner. Naturally, this entrance couldn't have been further from our eventual destination within this "monument of consumerism" (Mallrats ™.) I can't help myself with the Mallrats references, I'm already getting excited for the sequel.

For the last several months, I'd been overcome with an insane craving for an Orange Julius. The problem was that there's no Orange Julius places near me. There's a Dairy Queen nearby, the company that owns them now, but I really wanted an Orange Julius from a standalone Orange Julius store, is that too much to ask? Getting an Orange Julius from a shop that's solely a Dairy Queen is like getting a Dole Whip any place that's not Disney World.

The mall by me had and Orange Julius for as long as I can remember, but it closed down several years back and millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror. This was devastating and I haven't been able to indulge in one in a long time. I remember my mallrat days and there wasn't a mall visit that went by when I didn't have either an Orange Julius or an ICEE in hand.

Man, things have changed. It seems like all the good shit has to be 5 thousand miles away nowadays (we took quite a trip just to get Ghostbusters donuts the morning they came out), so incorporating the satisfaction of my craving into the MM weekend worked like a charm. And now, behold, the greatest photo you will ever see of an Orange Julius sitting on top of a trash receptacle in Cherry Hill Mall. Its a very specific genre of avant garde photography. I'm presently teaching a lab course on this at The Learning Annex.

After my tastebuds took part in a delightfully euphoric makeout sesh with that creamy orange goodness, it was onto the next stop, all while obnoxiously sipping an empty cup thinking some extra Julius would magically get sucked up through the straw. It wouldn't be right if we didn't make our way to at least one flea market on this trip. After the sad news about The Columbus Flea Market, which we visited last time, I felt that we should drop into another popular Jersey flea market.

I wonder if Ivannah with the 3rd nipple was doing the psychic readings in that room back there?

Surprisingly, I've lived in New Jersey my entire life and had never been to the Collingwood flea market. History was about to change. With the rain, we didn't get to experience the outdoor vendors, although the inside had old school superhero murals on the wall that had clearly been neglected and covered up over the years. They might have been the most intriguing thing about this place for me.

We also stopped into a comic shop within the market which sort of reminded me of the vibe of a comic store I used to go to at the old US1 Flea Market.

From what I saw, the Collingwood market isn't as eclectic as Englishtown, nor as amazing as Columbus was, yet still a worthwhile stop if you happen to be in the area. #Undertak

Have you had enough? You can't tap out just yet, there's one more detour to make before we get home: Zapp Comics in Manalapan. This was my first time at this shop and it was awesome to see that they offered such a wide selection of new comics, back issues, action figures and collectibles. It's where Matt picked up Odious Ogre from Dungeons and Dragons. There's something awesome about a store who has tons of used action figures in plastic Ziploc bags neatly stocking the pegs. Makes them feel brand new, even though they are not MOC or MIP. They are OPP, but not BBD.

After all this blousing, I mean browsing, we were starving. Turns out that an Orange Julius won't carry you through all day, so it was time to eat.

But, hell, why not cram in one more thing before we finally shoved food in our bellies. It was my birthday a few days prior and I still had a present to open from Matt. I may have been secretly waiting to open it to extend my birthday weekend that much longer. It wouldn't be a gift from Dinosaur Dracula unless it was awesomely nostalgic and this took me back to when I was a kid playing Sega Master System on my mini wooden rocking chair.

Behold, ALEX KIDD in Miracle World. One of my favorite Master System games of all time and Sega's answer to Super Mario well before Sonic the Hedgehog became synonymous with Sega. Thanks to Matt for the trip down memory lane. Once I'm through posting this I'm going to punch the shit out of rocks with my hysterically giant fist.

Eventually, we decided to eat at a Mexican place called Salsarita's in Old Bridge. At the time, I had no idea that this was a huge chain. Ordinarily, I make every effort to go to Mom and Pop restaurants because they are usually the hidden gems, but it didn't matter because I inhaled the food anyway. We were only halfway through our meals and it looked like someone bombed our table with exploding tacos, rice and beans and salsa and chips. It was delicious. The food at this place edges out Chipotle and they also get points for embracing the Mexican cantina atmosphere in contrast with the very basic look of the interior of Chipotle. If you'd like to discuss this in more detail, pick up my new informational pamphlet all about my thoughts on Interior Design in fresh Mexican food chains, it's called LET'S TALK ABOUT MEX BABY!

You've finally made it to the end of our Monster Mania extravaganza. It was quite an elongated account of what really only amounted to the span of Friday night into Saturday afternoon, but reliving it through this post extended the fun even more! Thanks for reading.

Zombie Pinups and Boneless Chicken Wings

2015-03-28T17:08:00.002-04:00

Monster Mania Con
Crowne Plaza: Cherry Hill, NJ
3/13/15

Still in awe of The House of Fun, we arrived at our destination.

As soon as we we entered the lobby, we ran into Chad from Horror Movie BBQ. If you don't know Chad, he's a towering, jovial dude, who, if I remember correctly, took a small private plane and landed in Lumberton airfield and backpacked about 13 miles to get to Monster Mania. Ok that may be a slight embellishment, but the story of how he traveled there was quite intricate, and seemed a lot more complicated than my mind was able to process at the moment he was explaining it to me. We'd run into Chad again later in the evening, but by that point, my brain was like oatmeal, and my stomach was full of mediocre fries and moderately enjoyable boneless chicken wings.

When I was a kid I would go to every surrounding video store searching for certain elusive WWF Supertapes. Now they are all on bootleg DVDs. Isn't life grand?

We also met The Trash Man from Pop, Pop! It's Trash Culture who told me about his MM scores in the dealer room. Speaking of dealer rooms, it was time to blow through them. As a collector of useless crap, I am driven by the ongoing search for that one golden item. I never know specifically what I'm looking for, but I'll know when it calls out to me like how Beastmaster hears his ferrets bitch about being hungry.

Before heading into the depths of the con, we stopped outside for some fresh air. With my t-shirt radar always ON, I noticed a guy behind me with an awesome Patrick Bateman American Psycho tee. I asked him if it was ok if I snapped a pic. He was cool with it. Thanks Dale!

As suspected, nothing was jumping out at me. Then, toward the end of my tour around the con, I ran into the Gorgeous and Gory table. Jess Rajs and our friends at G&G have always been a staple at MM and Chiller as well as all the various horror and zombie events throughout the state. It's always great to see them. Aside from their renowned zombie pinup calendar, this time around they had copies of their compilation book Gorgeous and Gory: The Zombie Pinup Collection. This book is now on my coffee table and it is every bit as incredibly beautiful as the cover dictates. To think of all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into this book is mind boggling. From the location scouting and makeup to the graphic design and actual printing of the book, this is truly the most Gorgeous, undead art you will ever see.

Impress your house guests with this swank coffee table book that'll have them asking about your zombie fetish, and then your other fetishes while they're on the subject. With this book they'll loosen up right away once they realize that the hot models they're drooling over within the pages are actually brain eating zombies from beyond the grave. Pick it up at their website or at Wizard World Philly in May!

The next day, we woke up shockingly not feeling like total ass. I didn't have that nagging guilt that I spent too much money either. We were refreshed and ready to head to the next point of interest on my list. It was surprisingly warm, gray, and pouring rain outside, just the way I like it. This moody weather set the perfect stage. Come back soon to read about our next Monster Mania detour!

Call Me The Clark Griswold of New Jersey Geekery

2015-03-27T07:00:00.000-04:00

Sometimes the appetizers and the dessert are more enticing than the main course. The main course being the Monster Mania Con in Cherry Hill, NJ. In the same vein, sometimes the photos that appear in a blog post are actually way better than the post itself. Enjoy!

After being to so many Monster Mania cons, my agenda diminishes with each installment. I remember MMs when I would leave abruptly and head directly home because I ran out of money from buying so much cool stuff. It was like I lost a ton of money in Atlantic City and I was ruined, but I relished in every nostalgic second of it.

The other saving grace, the chance to meet horror actors at Monster Mania, has largely lost its luster after noticing that some of the prices they charge at conventions like this have gone completely off the charts. Makes me wonder how some fans take photos seemingly with every guest. Ironically, the focal point of MM for many of us has really become a way for online horror fanatics to meet up with each other in person. Yes, the non-famous people get the chance to interact, not behind figurative vibranium shields, computer screens, and giant smart phones, but actually face to face.

*SPOILER: NONE OF THE PHOTOS IN THIS POST ARE FROM MONSTER MANIA*

In hopes of compensating for my lack of interest in the actual con, I usually try to engineer some elaborate schemes for the rest of the weekend. I didn't have to twist Matt's arm into coming with me to these top secret spots either. By now, he knows I'm not going to drop him off at the Wicker Emporium and leave him for dead. Maybe the Wicket Emporium though. Isn't it amazing how changing one little letter makes the store into a glorious wonderland of furry little creatures from Endor?

While my mind lingers on the possibilities of a full-on Ewok department store, let's get you back to the action.

Sure, Monster Mania was the catalyst for our trip, but I figured, why not do what I do best and make this excursion way more elaborate? These little offshoot adventures have quickly become the highlight of our Monster Mania trips. This time around, in addition to MM, I picked out 4 points of interest that I had mapped out in my head and in my phone ahead of time, and if the timing was right, we'd be making several detours throughout the weekend. Clark Griswold, eat your heart out!

As we rapidly approached the Cherry Hill exit on the Turnpike, I alluded to my need to make a pitstop before we hit the hotel. The last thing we all wanted to do was make an unnecessary stop that would prolong us from eating since we were all starving at that point. One of the necessary evils was picking up some liquor for the room, because it seems like the ghost of Crowne Plaza always LOVES to drink all of our Tequila.

We stopped at Froggie's liquor store. Can someone explain to me why it seemed like everything is named Froggie's in Cherry Hill? It may have only been a deli and a cafe, but it seemed like we passed so many different Froggie's establishments in the matter of a mile that it made it seem like every damn business down there was named Froggie's. Excluding the defunct Crystal Lake Diner of course, which was completely gutted, making it appropriately more scary. It would make total sense to show you an eerie photo of this place, but instead, here's Koo Koo from Cops 'N Crooks.

I didn't let any details of this place out of the bag, so it was a total mystery as to where we were headed. Erroneously turning off onto the wrong side road only added to the suspense.

Ahh there it was, The House of Fun! With a name like that, this shop had a lot to live up to. This place is incredible. I can easily say that no toy/collectible shop near me is anywhere near this caliber of cool. What's most impressive is the mint in box vintage stuff that stocked the shelves, which evokes the feeling that you're at a downtown toy shop anywhere from 20 or 30 years ago. Another aspect of the store that I appreciated was the mix of old and new. This is particularly apparent in the side room, which is pretty wild. We entered into that sanctum and were greeted by a life size Han in Carbonite, a slew of Godzillas, old plush toys, Star Wars stuff hanging from the ceiling, vintage video games, board games, and a host of other crap you might only find on eBay.

https://thehouseoffun.com - 517 White Horse Pike, Oaklyn, NJ 08107

Next time you're in the area, definitely check this store out. We want to get back there real soon! Thanks for reading and come back tomorrow for the next installment of our Monster Mania trip to see the other detours I had up my sleeve. Now I leave you with the Crystal Lake Diner from back when it was in all of it's operational glory! I say open it back up and give it the old Jason Voorhees treatment. It would be a boon to the business.

12 Fictional Bands That I Didn't Mention on Nerd Lunch Episode 170

2015-03-17T11:50:00.000-04:00

The Nerd Lunch Podcast Episode 170 is now available for download! It's all about fictional/fake bands from various forms of entertainment. Tim Lybarger, CT, Pax, and myself offer some of our favorites and then later in the show we try to guess some really obscure selections! After you listen, check out my list of fictional bands below that I didn't get a chance to mention on the podcast.

12. Danger Kitty, Discover Card Commercial, 2001
They've been enjoying the biggest success of their career as Steel Panther, and to think they started as a cover band playing '80s hair band songs in Los Angeles! Originally they were known as Metal Shop, and then Metal Skool and they gained quite a following, now, as Steel Panther they're touring the world, literally. Everyone loves a some good, tight zebra skin spandex and vagina jokes. Early on, the band appeared as Danger Kitty in a Discover Card commercial where they played a kids Bar Mitzvah. In 2001, at their website, you could get a CD single of the track they played in the commercial called "Love Rocket," and you can imagine that I requested mine in about .02 milliseconds. Of course, I still have it and have been obsessed with the band ever since.

11. Arsenal, Rock of Ages Musical, 2005-present
Rock of Ages has been a staple musical since 2005 in various parts of the country and touring all over the world. The show spawned a 2012 film adaptation which I still haven't watched in fear that it's nowhere near as good as the stage show. The main band in the show is Arsenal and they play actual '80s arena rock tunes, but what makes them so special to me is that all of the stops on their fictional first tour were to random New Jersey towns! If you want to see proof, I have their original promotional t-shirt and there are photos in my review of the off Broadway production from 2008. This early incarnation of ROA reviewed here was the best before they started tweaking the story, characters, and actors.

10. The Barbusters, Light of Day, 1987
The band in this rock drama is comprised of Michael J. Fox and Joan Jett in one hell of an oddball mash up. The title track was written by Bruce Springsteen. Bon Jovi also appears on the soundtrack.

9. The Lost Soulz, The Perfect Age of Rock n Roll
This rock and roll road movie was filmed partly in New Jersey and my friend Jasin Cadic from the band Starkiller co-wrote it! Check out my review from when it was released.

8. Black Roses, 1988
A monstrous metal band turns everyone into monsters - quite a masterpiece. I recommend adding it to your Halloween time viewing if you haven't done so in the past. Tracks like "Dance on Fire" and "Soldiers of the Night," are staples of my Fall playlists. Bands that appear on this rare soundtrack include Lizzy Borden and King Kobra.

7. Vesuvius, The Rocker, 2008
For a while I was watching The Rocker at least 3 times a week. That's what happens when HBO gets a hold of a new movie. Rainn Wilson and Christina Applegate star in the comedy, but it's a who's who of comedic actors such as Fred Armisen, Will Arnett, and Jeff Garlin. It's well worth your time if you are into silly comedies about rock bands like Spinal Tap. The direct result of watching this movie constantly: I was obsessed with "Promised Land" and listened to it on loop on the way to work for several months. The tunes by Vesuvius are attributed to singer Keith England and his band Lazlo Bane.

6. Stillwater, Almost Famous, 2000
A young music journalist embarks on tour with his favorite band Stillwater to document their exploits for a possible published spot in a rock magazine. Said to be based off of the early years of director Cameron Crowe's life. I've had a couple of Stillwater songs on my iPod ever since I owned an iPod. The authentic track, "Fever Dog," it sounds like it was a lost track made recorded in the mid '70s, and it's not surprising because the Stillwater songs were written by Crowe, his ex-wife Nancy Wilson of Heart, and Peter Frampton which helped give it that special vintage sound. Although the film did not knock 'em dead at the box office, the soundtrack won a Grammy for best soundtrack/compilation.

5. Dyver Down from Holliston, 2013
Used mostly for comic relief, the Van Halen tribute band Dyver Down, lead by Lance Rocket (Dee Snider) actually has a track available on iTunes called "Love It Down Your Throat" and a schlocky, badass music video to go along with it. This was my favorite aspect of the show, well, this and Laura Ortiz of course.

4. Mouthfeel and Juggernaut, Gettin' The Band Back Together
You're almost guaranteed not to be familiar with these next bands, (it's a twofer, I cheated) but you will be soon if all goes well. I was lucky enough to see the play getting the band back together with Miss Sexy Armpit at the George Street Playhouse in New Brunswick in its early phase. It's been rumored for a while now that it's on making it's way to Broadway. If this happens, you may be seeing Rock of Ages take a back seat because that is how funny and entertaining this play is. The comedy/rock musical hybrid is about, you guessed it, a guy who gets his band back together to save his home and neighborhood. They get into a battle of the bands which pits the evil Mouthfeel against the rock heroes in Juggernaut. The original songs are '80s arena rock style and a select few are available on iTunes. Unfortunately the self titled track "Mouthfeel" isn't available. I hope Mouthfeel's tracks make it to the Broadway show otherwise I'm protesting in '80s hair band attire.

3. Eddie and the Cruisers, 1983
This Jersey classic is possibly one of the most successful fictitious band songs ever. "On The Dark Side," by John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band, scored a number one hit on the Mainstream Rock singles and reached number 7 on the Billboard Hot 100. The sequel, Eddie and the Cruisers II: Eddie Lives, arrived in 1989.

2. Tears of Blood, Disney's Wizards of Waverly Place
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have read about how my life has spun out of control ever since Netflix removed Wizards of Waverly Place from their streaming service. I was completely devastated. It was like a punch in the gut! It's one of my favorite shows of all time and it never fails to make me happy. One minor aspect of the show references a rock band called Tears of Blood. They get mentioned in a bunch of episodes and there's even a poster that shows up on the wall in one scene. TOB is crazy popular with the teenage crowd within the universe of the show. They even get mentioned in other Disney shows which was always surprising considering the very un-Disney-like name of one of their tracks, "Crying Blood for You." I can't be certain anyone has actually heard their music though. If anyone has Tears of Blood music, send it my way!

1. The Hex Girls, Scooby Doo
Scooby Doo fans are ultra familiar with this "eco-goth rock band." You can see and hear them perform in several Scooby outings, but I suggest you check out the Mystery Inc. episode "In Fear of the Phantom" while it's still streaming on Netflix. In it, Daphne joins the band as a temporary new member, Crush, voiced by the lovely Grey DeLisle-Griffin. Look out for the influences of Phantom of the Opera, Phantom of the Paradise, and an awesome little surprise cameo from Vincent Van Ghoul from the 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo!

Who are some of your favorite fictional bands? Leave 'em in the comments! Thanks for reading!

ExtraComicular Activities #3: The Clifton Comic Book Expo!

2015-03-10T01:13:00.002-04:00

Comic purists usually shoot a cross with their fingers at me when I admit that I stopped buying actual comic books years ago. As soon as it was available, I switched abruptly to digital through Comixology. While I absolutely hate the fact that I can't purchase the comics directly though their app anymore, I still love the immersive, guided reading experience that they offer because it's the closest I can get to replicating the similar feeling I got when I was a kid reading the old See, Hear, and Read book and record sets, only sans audio.

Regardless of not collecting hard copies anymore, that doesn't mean I don't love a good comic expo. I've been to shows that had 5 tables of comics and to the ones where you can barely navigate through the sea of cosplayers. Fortunately, in the middle, are Pug's Comic Expos of North Jersey. Pug Productions has faithfully put on comic book shows around North Jersey ever since I can remember. My Dad took me to these in the early '90s when they were basically the premiere comic convention in Jersey without having to cross the river over to New York. Mind you, these shows are far from being on the level of a New York Comic Con, but they make up for their scale by laser focusing on comic books. Sure, there's always a few tables with some action figures, trading cards and random plush toys, but for the most part, the Pug comic shows are meant for serious comic collectors without all the B.S and veiled advertising of the big shows.

Sunday welcomed the early signs of Spring and I happily absorbed every bit of it. The insane sub zero conditions and constant snowstorms made this winter excessively depressing in New Jersey this year, so this was a perfect chance to get out of the house and look through a hundred long boxes of dusty old comics with Matt from Dinosaur Dracula, who actually came up with the great idea to go. With the sun shining and temperatures warm enough to start melting mountains of snow that piled up throughout this abysmal winter, a quick drive up the Garden State Parkway was just what the doctor ordered.

Arrived: Community Recreation Center - Clifton, NJ

I noticed the old school NJ Devils mural above me as I walked into a big bright room that was starting to fill up with a bunch of mellow comic lovers. It was as if it was in some kind of artists loft.

Since I wasn't looking for anything specific, I really left fate in the hands of the cover art. If it grabbed me then I grabbed it. With comic books, the covers are deceiving and are rarely a good indication of whether it's going to be a worthwhile read or not. Chances are slim that I actually wind up reading any of these though. They'll probably get more of a thumb-through job at most. Sounds pretty dirty, but accurate. The two limited collectors' editions may get full-on reads, but I'll get to them last.

It's been unpopular to be a DC guy for most of my existence on Earth (Earth-One that is!), but I've been one for better or worse since 1982. Hence, as expected, my haul was DC heavy with a GI Joe and Vampirella thrown in for good measure. Most of the comics I bought ranged from 50¢ cents to $10 dollars. Let's see what I came home with:

JLA #121, December 2005
DC Comics

Arrow and Black Canary on the cover was the driving force of this pickup. Actually, who am I kidding? There was no way in hell I would pass up Black Canary's lady parts all up in my face! C'mon, we know Canary is agile and even acrobatic, but in this issue, every chance she gets she's putting her vajayjay on displayay. There's no way the artist didn't realize this. Before even opening the book, there was a possible 69 situation with one of my favorite female characters in all of the DCU, but after skipping through merely 3 pages...BANG there's another one! As Black Canary narrowly escapes the path of Green Arrow's exploding arrow, she's spread eagle again, er, spread Canary more appropriately. For the record, here's a "Hey now!" Worth the price of 50¢ cents, I'd say.

Canary Crotch Count: 3

GI JOE ACTION FORCE #13, May 1987
Marvel Comics

I was pretty pumped to come across some back issues of Action Force for $2 bucks. Quickly, I remembered their larger format didn't necessarily equal quality due to their super-thin paper that gives them a cheaper, newspaper supplement feel. It's unimportant though when you check out the diabolically evil face on Destro playing Cobra like a marionette puppet. I love the concept and the colors really pop here too.

Inside, there's a cool little scene where Scarlett takes the ferry to Manhattan from Fort Wadsworth in Staten Island, our neighbors. You can see the Twin Towers in the background as they sail back from Manhattan. Later in the issue Destro stars in a Casablanca parody, you know, cause he loves his Bogey films.

VENGEANCE OF VAMPIRELLA #18, September 1995
Harris Comics

Although I've owned some Vampirella comics for many years, I've never actually read any of them. I've always meant to though. Although I adore it's cover, this issue is not going to be my first foray into the exploits of the half naked seductive vampire. Not too much of interest inside this one, although the back cover is a completely different story. Hello nurse! I was greeted with a full page of Vampirella cosplay advertising Vampirelly strikes #1. And this stupid autocorrect keeps changing Vampirella to Vampirelly. VampiREALLY? Get off my back.

THE NEW TITANS #71, November 1990
DC Comics

This double sized issue is the first in a nine part storyline and it's probably the most intriguing and well written of the stash I brought home. Why do you seem so stressed out, Nightwing? What I gather from the cover is that The New Titans 10th anniversary party didn't go well so now Dick has to seek counseling. Starfire wasn't happy with the puff pastry hors d'oeuvres and the Crab Rangoon was cold, WTF? The balloons were overinflated and they started to pop midway through the party (f*cking seriously?) which caused a ruckus in Cyborg's earpiece. Shucks, this party was a bust guys.

Seriously though, Nightwing reminiscences about his team on their anniversary and we get a tour through his mind and get a front row seat of his thoughts and memories of each member. We see a retelling of some origins and his perspective of what qualities each member brings to the team.

There was also an interesting piece about how the Titans now have to keep track of all their cases, likely because it was becoming the technology age. As he sat near a computer, Dick described how different the team operates now, in some ways it's easier but more challenging in others. Unlike the old days, they now worry about their finances! Can you imagine an entire one-shot comic detailing the bumpy road that Cyborg had to navigate to successfully file his income tax return? See, things were even meta back then since Dick was talking about licensing each team member for their own action figures.

A bizarre coincidence happened when I read through a panel that took place at the opera. A quick cameo by one of my favorites, Jillian Jackson, a.k.a Beast Boy's girlfriend, made a comment to him about how she had tickets to see New Kids. What are the chances there would be an NKOTB reference in this comic? This proved to be even more weird since I bought Miss Sexy Armpit a couple of packs of unopened New Kids on the Block trading cards at the comic expo as well.

Possibly my favorite part was this whacked out convo about why Starfire needs to wear a bathing suit at the beach and how bathing suits make her feel inhibited. Meanwhile Dick is disguised as a '70s porn star. This was the best thing in the whole comic haul. As an added bonus, there's a cliffhanger with Deathstroke getting enlisted to help the Titans against that bastard Wildebeest to continue the story into the next several issues.

SUPERBOY AND THE LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES, LIMITED COLLECTOR'S EDITION, 1976
DC Comics

This book was a dollar originally, and if it came out today, given it's size and the overinflated prices we see nowadays, it would probably be $12 at least. The first thing that hit me when I opened it up is that it totally stinks inside. The inside smells so foul it's like a castle dungeon from the dark ages filled with decomposing corpses. That may have been too graphic, but I know actual people who were born the same year this came out and they don't smell half as bad.

The book is in excellent condition otherwise and it was well worth the price of $10 bucks, in fact I might actually read this one eventually if I can survive the paper of eternal stench. The two page spreads of the diagram of Legion Headquarters and the wedding photo pinup of Bouncing Boy and Duo Damsel are awesome and frame worthy.

The other grabber for me here was Saturn Girl. I may cut her out and hang her on the wall of my prison cell if I ever wind up in jail.

SHAZAM: THE ORIGINAL CAPTAIN MARVEL, LIMITED COLLECTOR'S EDITION, 1974
DC Comics

My motivation for getting this one, in addition to mildly enjoying the character, was actually assembling the diorama that's touted on the cover, but that would mean ruining the comic. I decided to look through all the pages to see what I'd be massacring. Turns out that it was filled with some pretty goofy, comic-strip type adventures. There's no doubt that I enjoy these types of stories, but not enough to make me say say that I won't cut the shit out of the back cover. Sorry Shazam. All things considered, I think having the diorama is going to be more fun in the long run than stashing away the comic in a pile of comics. Of course, when the Shazam movie comes out and this book's price skyrockets to $150 on eBay, I will be kicking myself in the nuts with the strength of Hercules.

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When buying stuff from discount long boxes under the tables, it's easy to feel like you spent too much money since you're probably going home with a bunch of books, but then you remember they were the least desirable books in the rec center that day, so you feel justified. You too can give books like these a new home for merely a stack of coins. Next show is March 29th! http://www.njcomicbookshows.com

Jon Stewart to Appear on WWE Raw Live from Newark, NJ Tonight

2015-03-02T14:07:00.000-05:00

WWE Superstar Seth Rollins recently called out the soon to be former host of The Daily Show, Jon Stewart. The Money in the Bank winner declared that he could be Stewart's replacement and actually make the show watchable.

After Stewart cut his own rebuttal, Rollins ambushed him on one of his recent shows by making it seem like he was beamed in via satellite when he was actually right there in the studio. WWE has now confirmed that Stewart will appear on Raw tonight, live from The Prudential Center in Newark to possibly confront Rollins. Will they settle their gripe at WrestleMania? Doubtful that Stewart would actually take a bump, so it's likely he will be in the corner of Rollins' opponent at WrestleMania. Right now, it looks like Rollins will be facing "The Viper" Randy Orton.

Although he was born in New York, Jon Stewart's family moved to Lawrenceville, NJ, where he lived for many years. When thinking of the path to becoming a household name in stand-up comedy and Television, it's easy to forget the odd jobs one takes on the way to the top. Before satirizing the news on The Daily Show, appearing in movies, and a possible appearance at this year's WrestleMania, Stewart held various jobs in Jersey, including working as a contingency planner for the NJ Department of Human Services and a bartender at the famous City Gardens night club in Trenton. Stewart is also a big Bruce Springsteen fan, naturally.

ExtraComicular Activities #2: Mars Attacks the REAL Ghostbusters!

2015-02-25T06:52:00.000-05:00

From the Comixology description:
Something even stranger is in the neighborhood when the restless spirits of some merciless martians are stirred from their slumber to attack again! It's up to the REAL Ghostbusters to save New Jersey from this angry red threat. Well...if they must. Written by: Erik Burnham with Art by: Jose Holder and Ray Dillon
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In 1996, Tim Burton revived Mars Attacks! and brought it to a worldwide audience. I was working at the local movie theater when it was released and it was one of a string of films during that time that I remember loving, but it didn't seem to catch on. Although it broke even at the box office, it's largely seen as a disappointment, except to many of us geeks and Tim Burton fans. But, it turns out these aliens have got a lot more to say than just Ack, Ack, Ack!

The inspiration for the movie was a series of controversial trading cards that debuted in 1962. Apparently, alien invaders wreaking havoc was very controversial in the '60s, OK? Other than merely knowing that the series existed, I never became acquainted with the Mars Attacks! on again off again comic book series that spawned from the trading cards. But, one thing I am vastly familiar with is Ghostbusters! Whether it's live action, Filmation, or the REAL guys, I've been crazy about them since I was a little kid. To have the chance to read a comic book that combines these two entities sounded immediately appealing to me.

Presently, the comic company IDW prints an all new Mars Attacks! series, but back in 2013, they pulled off a pretty epic mini-series consisting of one-shots that pitted Mars Attacks! aliens invading five other IDW comic book properties such as Transformers, Judge Dredd, Popeye, and even my favorite rock band of all time, KISS. The issue I wanted to read even more than the KISS issue though, was Mars Attacks the REAL Ghostbusters.

Released January 1st 2013, Mars Attacks The Real Ghostbusters actually ties in four concepts, not only two as the title suggests. The third aspect of this book includes a recurring War of the Worlds theme. You know what that means: it takes place in New Jersey! Of course, it's not much of a stretch to have the Ghostbusters drive over the bridge to bust some ghosts in Jersey, but weaving in the Mars Attacks! aliens with War of the Worlds was pretty f'n cool. And last but not least, the nod to War of the Worlds also alludes to my favorite holiday because the historic radio broadcast that they parody here was a Halloween special that aired on mischief night in 1938.

A showdown where our cartoon heroes The REAL Ghostbusters attempt to take down some alien scum instead of a class 5 full roaming vapor might sound weird to you at first, but check it out for yourself because there's a couple of cool twists along the way. As whacked out as some of the ghosts and villains on the REAL Ghostbusters cartoon were - angry, big-headed aliens in space suits fit right in.

This comic one-shot isn't too highly rated, and it won't blow your mind or prompt you to write a thesis on it, but this was a quick, amusing read and I recommend it if you are looking for light comic fare that depicts the REAL Ghostbusters with alien opponents that will only happen in this book and probably never again.

Things to look out for:

- The Mars Attacks! aliens crash land in Elmo's Hill, NJ. This is a play on Grover's Mill, NJ the site where aliens crash landed in the War of the Worlds radio broadcast. One part Sesame Street Muppet + rhyming word = parody alien crash site.

- I always loved the REAL Ghostbusters TV bumper where the ghost in the No Ghost sign welcomes us back to the REAL Ghostbusters. He does just that in this comic, a nice little touch to make it feel like an episode of the animated series.

The Columbus Chronicle: Part Two

2015-02-22T11:40:00.000-05:00

Where were we? Oh yes, we were driving up the New Jersey Turnpike after the Monster Mania convention and decided to make a little detour...

With the record breaking cold temperatures here in New Jersey, reminiscing on one of our warm weather adventures is comforting. We saved the best for last and did our exterior inspection first. The outdoor portion of the Columbus Flea Market is an endless sea of vendor tables. I may be off by one or two, but there must have been 75,000 vendor tables selling everything from knockoff colognes featuring scents like Sweaty Taint and Phys-ed Funk to multicolored belts, statues, and cheap sunglasses. Naturally, we made it our f'n mission to literally walk through every single aisle as if the tables were the hedge maze and we were The Torrances.

Let's see how much more I can elaborate on the junk at the outdoor tables. We're talking cheap motorized toys, belts, gaudy sweaters, faux jewelry, generic brands of laundry detergent, and lots of other weird, totally random shit. And then the handbags. Jeezus, ladies and their handbags. If guys were girls they would have one handbag, but girls are girls and they have like 12 and they're always looking for two more, one for that wedding they have to go to and the other because the ones they have just can't fit everything. I think I just had a heat stroke. Man it was hot out there.

My body does not handle the sun and heat very well, so we made our way inside to see what treasures awaited us. As we passed through the entrance, Tears for Fears "Everybody Wants to Rule the World," lightly trickled out of the ancient P.A system like a refreshing mist of cool rain.

"...Nothing ever lasts forever..."

The white tile floors, no longer shiny, coated with a decade of dust, forced my eyes to the storefronts that housed all kinds of bizarre bullshit. To the left, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the neglected vending machines, red, encasing charms that now easily exceed their quarter price due to their age. A dollar at least, by today's eBay standards. Soda machines had the cooler, early '90s logos. We were in a blissful wonderland, one of the biggest and oldest flea markets in the state and we were having a blast.

You always know the types of stuff that will set off your nerd alerts, but there are also things there that you'd never expect would excite you. For example, I never thought I'd pop so big for Rebecca's Soft Pretzels, mostly because I barely ever eat pretzels, unless they're from WaWa and filled with sweet cream, but their menu signage was so damn gigantic, hanging from the drop ceiling like a cumulonimbus cloud made of toasted almond sprinkles, it was hard not to be enticed. I didn't wind up getting a pretzel, but for some reason Rebecca's Pretzel's stuck out in my head. Probably because it was nestled in an offshoot wing of the flea that might have been some sort of Amish haven, if I recall correctly. But, I might be pulling a Brian Williams here, so don't hold me to that. #WhoopiePies

The reason I go anywhere is if there's a possibility of seeing or buying old toys, records, or collectibles, because what else is there in life? We immediately zeroed in on one store in particular. I'm sorry Wicker emporium, tablecloth store, Bologna Kitchen, and bedazzled ladies leisure wear shop, you can all go screw.

That Dracula blow mold!! I vant it.

As we continued exploring the shops, there was one store window that had plush toys and giant stuffed animals that looked as if they were manufactured sometime in 1993. If you've seen one knock off Lots-a-Lots-a-Leggggggs you've seen them all, but, coincidentally, it was another storefront where Jason Voorhees himself brought our Nikes to a screeching halt. "15% off marked toys," read a homemade cardboard sign laying underneath Grover and Scooby. Yuuup! It was a collectible shop and we were heading inside in full force.

What did we do next? Dove right into this ginormous mess of CRAP, some call it treasure. In this case, it was like a collector's neglected musty basement where stuff was thrown in every corner. There was absolutely zero organization and no logic to where items were tossed. Put it this way, if you were a contestant on Finders Keepers and had to find a baseball buried in this store, you'd be completely fucked.

It was impossible to process the magnitude of stuff that was stacked, scattered, hanging, and buried around this shop. Paint the picture in your mind of the following items in complete disarray: old magazines, records, statues, loose toys, playsets, sports memorabilia, autographs, mint in box and carded Star Wars and Wrestling toys, masks, ride-on toys, Cabbage Patch Kids, the list goes on and on. Really, none of it was in the best condition, but if there was one specific item that you were looking for, and they happened to have it, you'd be one happy camper.

This lack of organization was like anarchy. It can cause an unfathomable amount of anxiety to a collector. Seeing so many collectibles in such shambles agitated me a bit, but I also found some charm in all of it at the same time, since it created a stark contrast to one of those cold, museum-like stores with no personality. Here, it seemed more likely that there was something really amazing buried beneath the debris. Would we find it?

I kept gravitating toward a full wall-sized shelf that was packed with tons of random retro relics (how ya like me now?). The shelves were like the walls of the 53rd precinct and were literally bleeding junk out of each compartment. I needed a closer look.

OWNER: "You can't go back there"

ME: "I'd like to look at something I want to buy."

OWNER: "Nobody goes back there, you'll knock everything over."

This was a 12-15 foot span of wall shelving set behind another span of lower shelving chock full of stuff that the owner would not allow anyone to inspect. After his warning, a middle aged woman complained to me that she had the same issue with him and she didn't understand why. Things couldn't really get more messed up in there anyway. My eyes kept locking in on old Munsters and Gremlins stuff. Much of the stuff was still in its original, worn boxes.

Eventually, I pitched gaining access to the store owner again because there was one thing I wanted to look at further, I can't remember what it was, but at the time it was screaming for my attention.

ME: "Can I please just go back there for a minute? I promise I won't touch anything or knock anything over."

Somehow, I must've assured him enough that I wouldn't mess anything up and persuaded him to let me get in there. It was during all this that Matt was having a moment not too dissimilar to the time when Janosz locked eyes with Vigo, except picture Dino Drac and a 1979 12" Kenner Alien figure. It was broken, of course. Even though the figure was loose, far from mint, and its leg was removed, the owner explained how Matt could fix it. The ludicrous price tag for such a fixer upper was so not worth it. It was so expensive that Matt wasn't heartbroken when he had to part with it when we left. Now, if the Alien figure came with a homemade crutch and the broken leg had a cast on it with a fake Sigourney Weaver signature on it, I think Matt may have paid the guy double for it. Further down to the rear of the store you can see the $4,000 dollar Watto, he was out of both of our price ranges too.

Being in this store was both amazing and completely underwhelming at the same time. Then the mood became borderline sad. "The whole store is on sale for $50,000," the store owner told me.

Smirking, I looked at Matt and we tried desperately to decipher if we both really just heard that. The price was a bit preposterous. He didn't mean 50k for the actual deed to his space in the flea market, nope, just the garbage inside of it.

I decided to ask him the prices on a few things just to see if he was trying to scam customers. A vintage Cher doll was a "Hundred bucks." She was loose, had messy hair, and didn't have the original clothes. The high prices seemed to be a recurring theme in there. We didn't buy anything.

I'm sorry to do this to you. Talk about an Empire Strikes Back ending.

A few months later, the poor old guy who ran the store died of a sudden heart attack at the flea market one day. I couldn't help but think the guy may have been trying to raise money for his own medical bills, or pay some kind of debt, but who knows? Either way, without knowing the specifics and personal situation of the owner, the message I glean from this whole story is that you can literally become buried in your own stuff, and it can weigh you down and cause anxiety. So, why not open a shop and sell all your shit immediately for 50 grand?

Fast forward to November 2014. News broke that a large portion of the indoor part of the Columbus flea market burned to the ground, well at least the majority of the building did. I was shocked. What's crazier is that I hadn't heard about any of this until last week when a friend at work mentioned it. Most people I talk to knew about the fire, but not the owner of the store.

It's been a few months since the fire, and we're mere weeks away from the next Monster Mania, so there doesn't seem to be a more appropriate time to reminisce. Looking back, not jumping right away to post a blog and pictures from this trip was probably for the best. It's given me the chance now to look back on this place and the quirky memories of the day we spent there.

If you're a collector or just like to go to weird junk places, they sort of all bleed together in your mind after being to so many of them, but this one definitely stands out, not for the bizarre toy den, but more for the PIZZA. Ahh, see, for a second you thought this post was booked to be the most grim in Sexy Armpit history, but, nope, I have other plans.

You've heard the old quote about how all pizza is good pizza, and even bad pizza is good because it's still pizza, right? Unless we're talking certain kinds of frozen pizza, that statement always rings true.

Inside the Columbus flea market we sat ourselves down at the stools of a large rectangular bar that served pizza. We were lured into Pete's Pizza because it smelled amazing and the sign was glorious. Their mascot was like a cross between Little Caesar and Frenchy Martin. It was one of the best pizza places ever. Why? Well, a lot of it had to do with the lady behind the counter being so attentive to us, and of course, the pizza was delicious, but what cemented this honor was their choice of dinnerware. Our pizza was served on Happy 5th Birthday paper plates! This is the only thing that can help you forget about the death, disorder, and fiery madness that you've had to endure in this post. Happy 5th Birthday!

The Columbus Chronicle: Part One

2015-02-21T14:15:00.000-05:00

I fear that if I described a place as "a time warp," it wouldn't be as impactful as it once was. I find myself using the comparison fairly often due to various trips to old dingy antique stores or crappy flea markets that all look like they stopped operating legally in the mid '80s. These are usually my favorite spots. To me and friends like Dinosaur Dracula it's become commonplace to find ourselves at a hotel, store, carnival, or Christmas display that has been preserved somewhere in time. Same as it ever was...

There's opposing ideas at work here. It's quite astonishing that there's such a newness to old places we've never set foot in that simultaneously feel so familiar, as if we have been there a hundred times.

For us, the thrill has not disappeared.

Often though, the thrill in question doesn't inject my spirit with enough juice to immediately compel me to memorialize it on my blog, at least until the right time.

Whenever I feel like I'm building up some really decent motivation with a steady pace of blog updates, I get knocked off the ladder. Whether it's a job situation, an issue with my condo, or just plain physical fatigue, publishing a blog post that summarizes in detail how there's one line of dialogue in an obscure movie where they mentioned a random town in New Jersey is not even in the top 10 on my to-do list. I certainly wish it could be, but you know how it is sometimes. These occasions seem to pop up more and more as time goes on. In fact, one of them happened last summer.

We visited a really cool place and here I am writing about it 6 months later.

The aftermath of one of our Monster Mania con trips is the stuff of shame. You may have thought I was gonna go with "the stuff of legend," but, embarrassment, blurry memories, foul language, obnoxious behavior, late night wandering, later night second wind drinking, surreal elevator rides, absurd verbal exchanges with complete strangers, are much more accurate. All of it builds to an extra long car ride home that seriously makes me contemplate what I'm doing with my life. But, fortunately, we had Tequila.

After a night of nostalgia, chaos, and noise, we (Freddy in Space, Dinosaur Dracula, the ladies, and myself) got very little sleep. At some point in the night, at least a couple of us were involuntarily cemented into the same position we'd been in moments before falling into our little mini comas, some of us with our faces set in that weird about to say something look. It was a sight to behold. It's like that scene when all the citizens of Oz turned to stone in Return to Oz. It was bleak and somewhat horrifying.

The next morning, we were dragging ass. For some reason, the TV is ALWAYS on and blasting when we wake up, tuned to some poorly produced infomercial for a local car dealership. Once the self loathing surges to record levels, we realized that the sun was out, it was actually a nice day, albeit a few degrees too warm, and blindingly sunny, and that we had to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible.

For the ride home, it was all about the energy drinks and the most random mix of music on my iPod to power us through the drive up the New Jersey Turnpike. "If you wanna go and take a ride wit' me we three wheelin' in the fo' with the green and Dino Drac and Ms. X in the back."

With the surge of motivation derived from the Red Bulls and 5 Hours that were miraculously keeping our hearts pumping after our Monster con bender, we couldn't just head home because that would be us tapping out, and defeat was not an option.

It would be an automatic fail if we arrived at home without taking some kind of detour on the way back first. If anything, it breaks up the monotonous drive. And I'm not talking about just rolling into Cracker Barrel with fanny packs engaged, wearing our Zubaz pants either, I said, "Let's go to one of the most famous flea markets in the entire tri-state area." I said it exactly like that too, as if I was in a local TV commercial for the place with the owners niece holding a balloon as his Guido cousin touted the 3000+ vendors and the 56 dining options including pretzels and meat sandwiches. "So come down to the Columbus Flea Market, Route 206 in Columbus New Jersey!" That ad probably ran right just before the car dealership infomercial on TV that prompted me to rise like The Undertaker from my temporary departure from consciousness earlier that morning.

In hopes of finding some dumb old toys, we all unanimously opted in for the flea market. After all, nothing cures a hangover quite like dusty old records, military supplies, and crates full of paint-chipped action figures.

Known as one of the oldest and biggest flea markets in the area, The Columbus Flea Market made us feel like we literally entered a time warp. Interest gauge: Piqued. Mood meter: pinned in the red. Who needs to be whisked away to beautiful Waikiki when you can can be abruptly hauled back to a flea market circa 1990? That rhyme scheme was completely unintentional, but pretty slick.

Unfortunately, it's right at this point where you're realizing that all this fluff was just a lead-in to Part Two where we'll delve into one of the "special" shops we stumbled upon during our exploration of the Columbus Flea Market! Come back to read about it tomorrow!

The Devil Inside...The Hard Rock Cafe in Atlantic City, NJ

2015-02-18T07:00:00.000-05:00

That Stoned Pimp, The Jersey Devil shilling for The Hard Rock Cafe, Atlantic City in this collectors pin. Here we see JD all duked out in sunglasses, jewelry, and tacky beachwear circa 2003, drinking Martinis on the Jersey Shore with two bikini-clad hotties

Screw the long lines, head straight to the guitar shaped bar. I find it easy to relax there. The bartender, Cherish, is the type who is very much in control. She knows what she wants and what you want before you even decide. Even if you tell her what you think you want, she'll correct you and tell you what you actually want. I mean, tell you what you want, what you really, really want. So, yeah, Cherish. I wasn't sure if her parents were just hippies or if this was one of the best gimmicks ever where all the employees were named after songs. Unfortunately, none of the waitresses were named "Wannabe." Zigazigah.

CHERISH: "You'll have a Purple Haze"
JAY: "OK, I'll have a Purple Haze...and these"

As I said that, I squinted as if I needed reading glasses while scanning the menu with my finger to pinpoint the generic chicken appetizer that I kept going back to. "These" referred to what I get pretty much every time, the The Tupelo Chicken Tenders. Better the devil you know.

At the Hard Rock, always keep it simple. The Tupelo tenders are quick, easy, and do the trick. Plus, for some unexplained reason, at that very moment, you'll be compelled to spend the majority of the money you have to your name on alcohol anyway, so you won't have enough resources to splurge on a steak the size of an actual Led Zeppelin. What kind of insidious urge overcomes you at The Hard Rock, Atlantic City? Why, it must be the Devil himself, but the one from New Jersaaay!

The Hard Rock specialty drink, The Purple Haze, IS damn good, but more importantly, where the hell else are you gonna see Buddy Holly's 6th grade yearbook or a white leather jacket custom made for Richie Sambora straight from the New Jersey era of Bon Jovi? Not even The Smithsonian has relics so vital to our culture. The Louvre is irrelevant to me.

This Hard Rock Cafe pin is pretty badass. The Jersey Devil, circa 2007, looking fierce

while playing a sick groove on his axe bass.

You might find yourself mishearing what your friends and your waitress are saying because it's crowded and loud. What's worse, is that sometimes I've waited upwards of 45 minutes to get the food I ordered, but it's all part of the ambiance. You know what they say "If it's too loud and your chicken tenders take too long to come out, you're too old!"

Moreover, music fans go to The Hard Rock to see some of that awesome rock and roll memorabilia. That's right, you can get tanked, inhale a cheeseburger, and then drool over KISS costumes and Instagram pics of guitars that belonged to Bruce Springsteen and Pete Townshend.

Keep in mind though, if you're trying to hold on to some semblance of street cred, an establishment known for their overpriced t-shirts/tourist uniforms shouldn't be your regular hangout.

Although I've often fancied myself as some counter culture rocker who cannot play any instruments whatsoever, there aren't many cooler, more inviting places for me to be in when I'm seeking refuge from the sweltering summer heat on the Atlantic City boardwalk.

For the past couple of years, there's been talk of an actual Hard Rock boutique hotel and casino coming to AC to inhabit one of the casinos that has closed their doors. Boutique really just translates to EXPENSIVE ROOMS. Hopefully it does open one day, because I've always wanted to bare witness to the only existing pair of Meatloaf's high school gym coach's sweatpants.

And now, I leave you with a few more pics of some other kind of Jersey Devils!

NJ T-Shirt Tuesday 116: KISS of DEATH!

2015-02-10T22:13:00.000-05:00

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This post is appropriate of everything since we are approaching both Friday the 13th AND Valentine's Day.

At this point in February, ordering a last minute gift online for that special someone probably isn't the best idea. We're merely days away from Valentine's Day, so you'll have to go to Walgreen's and get the old standby chocolate assortment in a heart lavishly wrapped in cellophane. Having this tee posted several weeks ago would've been infintiely more helpful, but there's always Arbor Day...you'll definitely have it in time for that. Oh c'mon, I can't be the only one who exchanges gifts for that.

Being that we're beyond the online gift ordering cutoff for V-day, you can still get your special person a little something from Rock n Horror Apparel...for Arbor Day!

This online shop makes some kickass stuff. I came across them on Instagram last year. What grabbed me was their Kiss of Death shirt design. It's a pun get it? And this next pun is also intended: this shirt is a KILLER! I bought it right away and I'm still in awe that a tee this cool exists.

For a guy like me who is obsessed with both the Friday the 13th franchise AND KISS, this shirt is one maximum mash-up. Emblazoned on the front is the iconic Jason mask adorned with Paul Stanley's famous Starchild makeup design. The mere idea of combining these two things excites me and makes me wish that KISS would make a sequel to KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park where they have a run-in with the masked, machete wielding killer of Crystal Lake.

My only reservation is that if Jason Voorhees was to embody a member of KISS, he certainly wouldn't be the charismatic frontman, Paul Stanley. Since Jason is more the quiet and reserved type, I'd peg him for the Catman.

Rock n Horror Apparel was founded by a rocker and a scream queen, hence the namesake. The shop also offers alternate Friday the 13th, Halloween, and Edgar Allan Poe inspired shirts along with various other clothing like thermals, sweats, leggings, tank tops, and even baby Jason Voorhees onesies! Check them out: http://www.rocknhorrorapparel.bigcartel.com

Nerd Lunch Podcast 164: The 4th Chair Army of DOOM!

2015-02-03T11:30:00.000-05:00

Some of our Internet cohorts and I banded together for a hostile takeover of the Nerd Lunch Podcast. Villainous guest host Shawn Robare from Branded in the '80s, Jaime from ShezCrafti, Rondal Scott from Strange Kids Club and myself infiltrated the Nerd Lunch HQ and started recording our own show in place of CT, Pax, and Jeeg. Just like the super-villains we are, we pondered some of our most favorite cartoon villains, those villains who influenced our career as evildoers. I had fun doing this one, mostly because I had a chance to talk about two of my favorite topics: villains and cartoons. Just a note about my monologue in the beginning of the show: that was a joint effort between Shawn and I. Shawn wrote the thing and then I added a few things, changed some wording, and made it my own, but credit should be given to Shawn for that as well! Do you think the real Nerd Lunch crew will be able to get their show back? Take a listen to find out and let us know your favorite cartoon villains!

Attack of the Morningside Monster - Film Review

2014-12-30T17:55:00.000-05:00

Recently I watched the 2014 independent horror/thriller Attack of the Morningside Monster and in this post I'll provide you with my spoiler free thoughts on the film.

First, the synopsis. Set in the fictional small town of Morningside, New Jersey, we're immediately introduced to an ominous figure in a black hooded cape whose about to apprehensively cut someone in half with an electric blade.

After we're acquainted with the central characters, a body is found in the woods. From there, the police force, Sheriff Tom Haulk (Robert Pralgo) and Deputy Klara Austin (Tiffany Shepis), begin to piece together what can only be described as a series of ritualistic murders in their quiet town.

What's stumping the cops is the symbol of a crossed out eye that's left at the scene of each murder. Deputy Austin offers that it might be a gang sign similar to those she saw during her time working in the Bronx. The killer intentionally leaves this mark at the scene of his crimes in the vein of a '60s Batman villain, which strikes me as silly. Why would the killer go out of their way to draw attention to themselves?

With the assistance of a university professor, Sheriff Haulk deduces that the killer has stolen a rare Central American ceremonial mask and a tribal mace from their collection and the symbol is a ritualistic mark from this same tribe.

The killers mask itself is almost reminiscent of the Witch Doctor from Scooby-Doo:

The movie had its quirks, quite a few of them actually. Here's the biggest issue: I figured out the entire plot about 15 minutes in to the film.

The film gave too much away early on. Merely seeing the glimpse into the killers "lair" from the onset reveals that they're in some kind of basement or unfinished area of a house. What the killer is doing to their prey, (removing their body parts and putting them into a bowl), combined with other glaring details, made it easy to figure out the rest of the movie.

There's a lot of time spent on creating dramatic scenes to divert the viewers attention when there's really no mystery about who the killer is. If you've seen a decent amount of horror or mysteries, you will figured out the plot rather quickly.

More severe than the previous issues I had, is the peculiar drug angle of the film. In contrast with the bit in the summary on the back of the DVD regarding "deadly serious local drug runners," their ring leader and his stereotypical goons are not easy to take seriously. The two street dealers who they supply are not written as if they are everyday weed dealers. In fact, you may know one or more people who buy or sell weed in your daily life and they are pretty much just like anyone else. In this film though, the girl Jamie talks about how she "really needs a hit," as she looks all cracked out and addicted. Judging solely by the content of this film, with lines uttered by her brother like "I know where he grows it," he's definitely referring to smoking weed - a drug that only an extremely low percentage of users get addicted to.

Putting this whole notion over the top is the fact that after she exchanges the bag of weed with Mark (Nicholas Brendon) for his money, (with the typical "you got the money, you got the stuff?" Oh my Lord) she sweetens the deal for him, offering to orally stimulate him for another $20 bucks. BARGAIN. It seems to me that this film assumes that girls who smoke weed A) look and act like crack addicts B) are total whores. I don't know who's worse either, her brother/weed selling confidant, Haws, who's constantly chewing on a match stick. Do you know anyone that does that? I'll take back every criticism I have of this film if they can computer generate that shit right out of his mouth. Clearly, someone thought it was a good idea.

The Sheriff's best friend from childhood, Mark has a wife with a terminal illness, so there's no reason why he would have to go to crazy lengths to procure illegal street weed when he could easily have her signed up for medicinal marijuana. Why does he have to sneak around if his wife has a major medical reason to have it?

I realize how much painstaking work goes into making independent films and my critique of the movie is in no way an affront, since I respect the filmmakers and what they've created here. In fact, the writer of the film, Jayson Palmer, is a fellow Jersey guy. In an interview on the Whatever Works blog, he says that he is "...a Jersey boy, through and through. I was born in Dover and raised in Wharton, which is a small blue collar town in North, central Jersey. I have a lot of love for that small little town. Morningside is based on Wharton. Or at least the town how I remembered it growing up." Palmer went on to mention that he "...wouldn't be surprised if Morningside popped up now and then in some future project."

The main cast was commendable, full of indie and b-movie veteran actors. Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Xander, Nicholas Brendon, stars and co-produces the film. His agitated performance as Mark Matthews is easily the highlight of the film. Matthews is a school teacher caring for his wife who's afflicted with cancer and he's doing everything he can to help her, meanwhile trying keep his own life together. His lifelong best friend is Sheriff Haulk played by Robert Pralgo who provides an almost sickeningly sweet turn as the quintessential good cop. Let's just say both of these characters have interesting twists which I won't spoil. And not just the token hottie, we have Tiffany Shepis as the tough Deputy Austin working for the Sheriff.

Even though the movie was filmed in The Peach State, the visuals of the town evoke the more rural areas of Jersey. Parts of Northwestern and Southwestern Jersey aren't as city-like and overpopulated as what is typically associated on-screen with NJ. The filmmakers were careful to incorporate geographical authenticity. Morningside had all the nice little touches that I expect from a film set in Jersey. All the cars had Jersey license plates, Trenton was name dropped, and one of the guys in the woods sitting around with his friends by a fire even wore a hat that explicitly specified what state they were in! I love it.

Will you enjoy Attack of the Morningside Monster? It depends. I tend to support independent films, but, in general, horror fanatics will likely feel neutral about it. The film would've benefited from trumping up the scares and dropping a good chunk of the drug dealer subplot. In fact, Mark's wife's cancer issue was better kept as a subplot as well even if that meant making major script alterations. At 93 minutes the movie is pretty lean, but there's still moments where the movie is meandering. It's described on the back of the DVD as a "race against time," but it's not as pulse pounding as it sounds.

The film is worth watching to see how it culminates. Too much is revealed early on to make the ending hit you in the gut, but it's not without merit. The payoff was pretty satisfying and one of the more positive aspects of the movie. One of the reveals toward the end, after we find out the killer's identity, had a slight Twilight Zone feel to it, although I wish the entire film had that same eerie quality.

Without a big scare or a cliffhanger at the end, Morningside succeeds in providing the viewer with the notion that there's a slight possibility that we'll see this killer again...maybe on Netflix? A sequel would be an outstanding way to highlight the masked Shaman killer, thereby creating a new low- budget horror franchise that would likely garner some buzz and thrive amongst the horror-con scene. Ultimately, without some major tweaking, it's limited as a franchise. Technically, you'd be cheering the killer instead of fearing. There's still some hope though, The Morningside Monster has built a nice back story for itself.

Aside from Jigsaw from SAW, it's a challenge to incorporate cancer into horror films because I feel like horror is my escape from the real world. While watching horror movies, I prefer to turn off my brain and just have fun. Attack of the Morningside Monster became more of a horror-drama rather than a horror-thriller. If the sex scene and few moments of gore get cut out, I could totally see this on Lifetime during the Halloween season.

Attack of the Morningside Monster is available on Video on Demand and download from most of the major online providers. On DVD 1/20/15. The movie was produced by Blue Dusk Productions and Making Monster Productions. I was provided with a review copy of this film.