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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Beautiful Mutants!

Yes, kids, this is what we old people used to do on a Friday night, way back nearly 30 years ago when we got tired of riding our dinosaurs around. We'd crawl down to the bomb shelter, chunk a shovelful of coal in the Quasar Magneto-Televisamatron (TM) and sit back and watch a little show called Fridays. Especially if it had DEVO on it and DEVO was on there more than any other band I think. Of course you had to put aluminum foil on the rabbit ears and pound it a little on the top and maybe drop a bit of plutonium in with the coal, but it was worth it.

Enjoy, or else I'll come to your house and hurt you.



Apparently the show Fridays still hasn't been released on DVD and I got tired of looking for bootlegs of this particular episode to download. I wanted to see this song again because there are no official live videos of DEVO performing anything from the New Traditionalists tour because their tapes got screwed up by an electrical overload or some such and I really wanted to see them play on exercise treadmills.

It made total sense because it was DEVO. 'nuff said.

This reminds me of the Stephen Fry/Hugh Laurie skit where Stephen Fry is supposed to be Michael Jackson and he half-assedly mimes a Jackson song and his moonwalk consists of merely running on a treadmill. The best part about the whole thing is that he doesn't even have makeup or a costume.