Liquid-Filled Vinyl Records Make Trippy Art, Music | The Creators Project

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The hype over plain wax is over. Vinyl can be made out of chocolate, or filled with blood, leaves, glitter, oils, human ashes, and even decorated with wax and hair. Usually aimed at hardcore collectors, these distinct records are frequently produced in limited batches and, with the collaboration of artists, can be shaped into any design and tailored to hold a range of materials. Recently artists have mastered a sealing technique that involves trapping liquids inside vinyl, allowing them to flow and spin as the record is playing. Take Mondo’s Aliens record, for example, filled with fluorescent yellow ‘Xenomorph blood,’ an imaginative retake on James Horner’s classic 1986 score and limited to only 75 copies.

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The Ultimate 80s Rock Documentary 'Heavy Metal Parking Lot' Will Never Die

We are now exactly as far removed in time from the 1986 release of Heavy Metal Parking Lot as its sleeveless truants and zebra-print daytrippers were from Elvis Presley's gyrations on The Milton Berle Show. In other words, the world's greatest 16-minute documentary about Judas Priest fandom currently stands at the precise midpoint—almost to the day—of the filmed history of rock 'n' roll.

HMPL is one of the VHS era's unassailable cult classics, although it's hard to know what that term means since the creation of YouTube and the evergreen availability of nearly everything. The thrill of discovering a copy in a friend's tape collection or at a rare DC-area screening is gone. That the film continues to reward viewers in its freely available .MP4 incarnation is a testament to its weird goodness, its good weirdness, and the unscripted enthusiasm of its stars: a Chaucerian succession of hilarious caterwauling youths. It's hard to imagine a less cynical group of people. The underage beer-guzzling is as quaint today as the lines of pristine Mustangs and Firebirds or the public displays of devotion to Judas Priest, a devotion that remained unshaken and sincere even after the definitive anti-hagiography that was 1984's This Is Spinal Tap.

Heavy Metal Parking Lot from Jeff Krulik on Vimeo.

Revisiting The Glory Days With One of Japan's Most Violent Biker Gangs, From Vice

Keith Richards Talks About Guitars On An Episode From Noisey

"Legend is a word that’s thrown around probably too much, but there’s no real other way to describe Keith Richards. What else can you even say about the Rolling Stones guitarist? The 71-year-old is not only responsible for creating some of the most monumental music we’ve enjoyed over the last five decades, but his influence—alongside the Stones—have shaped music and the world that surrounds it. Watch our latest episode of Guitar Moves in which host Matt Sweeney lives his dream, freaks out, and sits down with Richards himself. Ever wanted to know how Richards learned how to play the guitar? Well, it started with his grandfather..."

Norh Korean Motorcycle Diaries, From Vice

Norh Korean Motorcycle Diaries

"For the past decade, New Zealanders Joanne and Gareth Morgan have been living the semiretired lifestyle of their dreams, traveling around the world on motorcycles alongside a few of their closest friends. They've traversed all seven continents on their bikes, with routes as varied as Venice to Beijing, Florida to northern Alaska, and South Africa to London, just to name a few. Gareth funds his own trips, many of which he uses to pursue philanthropic endeavors, particularly in the social-investment space. He is able to do so with money he's made as an economist and investment manager—one who has earned the reputation for criticizing unethical practices in New Zealand's financial-services industry.

In late August, the Morgans embarked on their most ambitious journey yet, at least physically. The real journey began years ago, when they decided they wanted to ride the Baekdudaegan, a mountain range that stretches the length of North and South Korea's shared peninsula. After countless hours of negotiation and coordination with both governments, they were granted permission. It was, the Morgans believe, the first time anyone's ever traveled through both countries like that since the partitioning of Korea in 1945. By making the trip they hoped to demonstrate how Koreans can come together over what they have in common. To symbolize this, the Morgans took some stones from Paektu, a holy mountain in the North, and brought them to Hallasan, a similarly sacred peak in the South.

Joanne and Gareth shot the entirety of their trip, the footage from which they have graciously allowed us to cut into a short film that will premiere on VICE.com this month. In some ways, the footage makes the Korean coast look alternately like California, China, and Cuba. It's a beautiful view few foreigners have seen, and even if planning the road trip straight through the Demilitarized Zone required working within parameters set by the highly choreographed and restricted confines of North-South Korean diplomacy, this was a journey worth documenting from start to finish."

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The Tattoos That Will Keep You Out Of Heaven?

Reality television is all around us. Whether it be the website you are reading now, or walking into a Walmart, just praying that you witness an episode of PeopleOfWalmart.com. Every now and then we find such a gem of an article that we have to really digest what we are seeing before we can even attempt to repost our findings. 

Music can be a great divider amongst folks talking on their favorite playlists. Who cares what you enjoy listening to, as our listening pleasure goes out to music across the board from Bach, to Bathory, to Buck Owens and to Buddy Guy. We make no judgements on the tunes, but where the line in the sand is drawn, comes down to fan devoted tattoos. Poor taste can lead to quite the downfall, but even Tosh.O cannot offer these folks any sort of web redemption. Please God, have mercy on their souls.

Check out the post on Noisey.com

"In the past ten years, our culture has reversed its attitude about tattoos, and dermis ink has shifted from offensive scribblings on the disease-ridden arms of convicts and sailors to literally everyone you know in real life and see on TV. As this shift has occurred, the level of dumb tattoos has risen with their acceptance. 

Now don't misunderstand: Dumb tattoos are the best kind. Getting liquored up with your friends and getting matching Meat Shits stick-n-pokes is arguably the best way to whittle Friday night into Saturday morning. But now that every dingus with eighty bucks to spare is lining up at their local tat shop to snag the tree from that Modest Mouse record, we're all starting to wish we'd just stayed clean. Too late.

Anyway, today I went on the Internet and it showed me a bunch of awful band tattoos and then I put them back on the Internet. 

15 Miley Cyrus Tattoos

This Yorkshire, UK local has (count 'em) 15 Miley Cyrus tattoos all over his body. He has her name on both hands and his chest, but the kicker is the portrait of her on his shoulder depicting a post-Hannah Montana Miley with an almost zombie-like appearance. I’d be terribly afraid to send my middle school child to soccer practice with this guy.

Wu Tang Mouth Mask

I’m a little confused on this one. On one hand, this guy is clearly down with the Wu. In theory, I should buy him a beer for being such a committed killer bee. On the other hand, he could be some next level Juggalo, which I can’t really resonate with. I’m just going to go with Wu Tang simply so I can like him. Good luck getting that job!

Tour Life Back Tat

Tattoos should be memorable. Something with a lot of personal meaning and thought put into it, not your reminder list. This is a sad list of musicians to have on your back. It’s even sadder that you put Nickelback on there not once, but twice. I can feel humanity doing a face palm for you. Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? Guess not. Extra points for the rainbow Jesus fish!

Nickelback Cleavage Tattoo

Tattoo aside, this is an very unflattering image of this lady. But to top it off, there’s a tattoo of Nickelback on her cleavage. It does look a little like permanent marker though. Regardless of the medium, she has probably one of the worst contemporary bands known to the human earth on her chest. I do give her mad kudos for reppin’ it so hard in the photo. That takes some serious balls I know neither of us have.

The Bono Portrait

What makes this really bad is that this person didn’t pick young, awesome Bono. He picked midlife crisis Bono. Whoever you go to bed with at night must wake up screaming from thinking Bono is in their bed. Major props to the tattoo artist for not killing this customer during the process.

Rush

Honestly, this isn’t that embarrassing of a tattoo. It seems like it’s in a vague, easily concealed spot giving you the ability to get a job. However, Rush is definitely a band that isn't worth putting on your body. I don't think anyone is going to be impressed when they see this. I take that back; If you live the life of Hank from King of the Hill you'll impress a bunch of people.

Bieber Fever

I just threw up in my mouth.

My Dad Is Selling Willie Nelson's Tour Bus - From Vice.com

Need a piece of history, why not buy Willie Nelson's tour bus, read on.

Link to original article over at Vice Blog

By Kara-Lis Coverdale

My dad is a wheeler n' dealer so I'm used to seeing cool stuff come and go. As the offspring of a compulsive bargain hunter you learn to enjoy the stuff you've got because you never know when it's going to get sold so your dad can buy other cool shit. Still, that doesn't make it any less of a massive bummer when the time comes to say goodbye to something especially awesome, like Willie Nelson's tour bus. 

When Dad and his buddy Kenny first brought home Honeysuckle Rose (as Willie calls all of his tour buses) from God knows where, their first priority was to fix it up. As you'd imagine, THC residue and weed stems were all over the place, Willie's poo particles were still on the toilet, and there was an annoying clank that came from the upper flourescent light cover above the front sofa. Dad and Kenny vacuumed the stems and crystals and changed the toilet, but left the clank alone.

One day when they were driving down the road, the clanking got to be too much for Dad to handle. He ripped off the light cover, stuck his hand in, and pulled out a tin roach box full of dank pot, a few guitar picks, and shitty filters. Cha-ching! Sadly it's gone now, and I'm still pissed they just threw it out with the rest of the clean up.

Anybody's celebrity lips could have been on those roach relics, like Dolly Parton or even that douchey Toby Keith character. I like to think it was Snoop D-O Double-Gee.

This thing should probably be in the fucking Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or something, but instead it sleeps in the far bay of Dad's workshop, only to come out for family day trips and stuff. Sometimes we'd drive it down to Port Dover when we craved orange pop and fish and chips, and other times we'd just drive it to local community shebangs like the Freelton Turkey Draw or the Valens Pancake Breakfast. Dad and his buddies also took it to NASCAR races. When a Southern gate-keeper dude sees a driver in an XL cowboy hat driving this chromed out, teepee-muraled ride they think, "Gosh darn there are rock stars in that thang!!" so they were almost always let in free and often got escorted to the best parking spots on the raceway (trackside real estate is hella redneck rich). Whenever the Dodge tailgaters down below would get jealous and start booing, Kenny would just stand off the side of the bus and throw cans of Coors Light and Old Milwaukee like wedding confetti.

A shot of the masterfully airbrushed rear.

Google won't tell me who this mural artist "Rainmaker" is, but he paints nice belts and decently accurate appaloosa horses.

This is pretty badass chrome placement. To get to the rumbling junk in the trunk you have to pass the menacing talons of the great bald eagle. In so doing you are reminded of the great American liberty to drive an old and hugely inefficient carbon emission vehicle that literally spews out black shit across the country.

A shot of the bathroom.  This is the mirror where Willie would guage the caliber of knot on his bandana.

And this is where he pooped (presumably he shit pure freedom).

Sleeping on the top bunk of a tour bus seems like a good idea until you remember that hot air rises.

I like to imagine Willie and friends kicking back in this back-bus entertainment suite to watch the episodes of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman he was in while blasting Ray Charles and rippin' it down the 401.

Recently we let Grammy-winning producer Daniel Lanois stay on the Willie Bus (he was playing a festival nearby and knew my dad's friend Kenny somehow) and he told us "Goddamn it's good to be on an Eagle again." When we picked it up the next day there were feather boas and glitter all over the place (P.I.M.P).

Alas, my dad has decided to get rid of old Honeysuckle Rose. So I guess what I'm saying is that if you have around $65,000 to drop on the Willie Bus, you should hit up the Collectors Car Auction in Toronto this weekend. To whoever buys it: You have torn from my grip one of the most epic pieces of American music history ever. I hate you. Treat her well.