The genius of this cover is that Devo did the same thing that cubists and deconstructionists did with visuals: they sonically broke the song down to basic, jagged elements. God how I love them.

A friend back in high school had super evangelical parents, he considered himself Christian, but wasn't batshit like them. One day he called me to come over to see what he scored at church. It was a large garbage bag filled with Chick Tracts. They definitely entertained, amused and offended us plenty. Warped comics…

He made her cry

There can never be enough Goldblums.

Or how about putting franks and beans in a flashlight when we were at the Grand Canyon…

Is he riding a BMW 1200GS? If so, I'm in.

Personally I prefer Replicants to The Pleasure Principal… a little more rock n' roll, but they're both fabulous albums.

Night Flight did so much to inform my pop culture outlook and tastes back in the day.

Please add Devo to that list. It's a sad irony that their later work lacked the sizzle of their early work because everything became perfectly sequenced to due reliance on drum machines. A much more kick ass band when they had the late, great, and woefully underrated Alan Meyers playing REAL drums.

It would have not been the same song. The human drummer plays perfectly behind the beat, adding a swing element that makes the song. If it were done on a machine that quality would have been lost.

I've never seen the show, but they filmed at a historical building in Ukrainian Village not too far from me. What was impressive was walking past the building before, during and after they filmed there. They turned this gorgeous old building into a burnt-out hulk almost over night, and then transformed it back to it's…

Don't.

Space Contest?

More like, "Ssssssppaaaaaaaccceee Kkeeerrrffuufffffllllllleeeeee!"

I've heard he can sniff out an 8-Ball from over a mile away.

Little known fact: all of Carl Sagan's writings were done with a Flair Point Guard pen and on Job Double-Wide rolling papers.

You beat me to the post. Yeah, Quark was the first thing that I thought of. Damn. Need to track that show down…

Nope. Jack Webb does a masterful job of trying to use hep-cat, "jazz" words on the hippies. "You're pretty high and far out. What kind of 'kick' are you on, son?"

That was some dark shit. Then again, (spoilers) Blue Boy dies.

I'll also add that country singer names rival porn star names for utter ridiculousness.