THE VILLAGE VIDIOT SPEAKS ON DADS 'N' PRIMATES 'N' STUFF
There’s no use me ranting about the state of MTV (which = the known world of video rock for most of us VCR-less peons) again this month. I’ll just start sputtering, and I’ll end up wasting a lot of those valuable column inches you’re about to fork yer sweaty $2.95 over for, at this very moment.
THE VILLAGE VIDIOT SPEAKS ON DADS 'N' PRIMATES 'N' STUFF
Richard Riegel
There’s no use me ranting about the state of MTV (which = the known world of video rock for most of us VCR-less peons) again this month. I’ll just start sputtering, and I’ll end up wasting a lot of those valuable column inches you’re about to fork yer sweaty $2.95 over for, at this very moment. Better to get right on with the vids themselves, OK?
First of all, my apologies to all the John Parr fans out there for my glaring factual error in my critique of his “Naughty, Naughty” video in the June issue. That lush convertible Parr works on for peanuts, and then fantasizes about appropriating for his own uses is a Rolls-Royce, not a Bentley as I called it. Jeez, the camera even lingers on the R-R radiator emblem for the benefit of slow learners like your reporter, and I still blew it. By now I’m even starting to like the Parr video, maybe as penance for wronging it earlier, maybe just “because.”