The Management Takes A Pop Quiz

Apologies to those many loyal readers who have gone hungry during my long absence. Germany has been lovely, but I was compelled to return suddenly due to events in Aspen. I did have a bit of trouble at customs, easily resolved!

You Failed the US Citizenship Test

Oops, you only got 0 out of 10 right!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

It Could Not Be Resisted

Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:

Ana Cláudia Pires

What's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?

Your French Name is:

Antoinette Leger

What's Your French Name?

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 9 out of 10 correct!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

Why, Oh Why

It seems we cannot hang onto friends on myspace. In just one week we went from 1511 to 1505, even bidding farewell to a disillusioned Tiffany in the middle of TiffFest. Why do they abandon us so easily in this, our darkest hour? Is it because we're not very loving and giving and all we ever do is rock? Is it the fart spray? Is it because we liked Brazil too much and then they lost like a bunch of big baby losers who are now being taunted and beaten and ostracized by their countrymen? What, with just 36 hours to the next Pinch Penny extravaganza, can we do to redeem ourselves?

Ask Guido

Dear Guido,
Jesse said that I can ask for your advice on pretty much anything. SOO...I was wondering what I should do when I want to travel faster than the speed of light, but my car/bike/minivan/elliptical trainer won't keep up. Just wondering.
Love,
S-Man

Dear CK,
Oh, hey! No problem! I'll make a few calls, check my calendar, we'll get together and talk about it over cold press, and everything should be cool!
Sincerely,
Guido

Dear Guido,
I saw GI Joe jump onstage with you guys a few weeks ago and give it more cowbell. That was AWESOME. How come I never get to jump onstage with you guys?
Truly,
Mick Jagger

Dear MJ,
Dude, we don't need more cowbell. Thanks for asking, though!
Yours forever,
Menudo

Dear Guido,
I rely on TOMMY TUBULAR for direction. He tells me to do a lot of great stuff like "tip your bartenders" or "scream if you're having fun." If TOMMY TUBULAR tells me to jump off a bridge, should I do it?
Fondly,
Timmy

Dear Timmy,
There are some things in life you do not question.
Word to your Mother,
G

Dear Guido,
I might have to kill to get to your show at Pinch Penny this weekend. Lynndi mentioned that you know how to get blood stains out. Pointers?
Thanks!
A Myspace Friend

Dear David,
No sweat! If you do have to kill to get to the show, come on over, introduce yourself, we'll have some beers, maybe talk with some hotties, then you can give me your email address, and when I get back from vacation, we can trade phone numbers by email, and then I'll text message you the number of MY FRIEND who knows a guy who used to have a trunkful of samples of this stuff that's great for getting blood stains out.
Later!
G

Dear Guido,
If I am at a Brat Pack show, doing shots, tipping my bartenders and waitresses, partying like it's 1776, and end up having a few too many, should I close my eyes and floor it or would you drive me home?
Always,
16K

Dear KDub,
Neither! The correct answer is snuggle up with some hotties and stay over. In the morning, I'll swing by, and we'll grab some cold press and ROCK to the next gig!
DBLT!
GM

Who Cares About the Stupid World Cup Anyway?

Yeah, there's way cooler stuff going on, like watching the High Definition 24-hour Earthworm Channel or learning to detassel corn. After Brazil is done tar and feathering their football players, Sixteen Kendalls and I will (maybe) get back to our samba routine.

You Should Visit Mexico

You can be as comfortable as you want, eating fast food and partying with English speakers in resort town. But if you're feeling brave, venture out to Mexico City - or explore the tropical Yucatan.

What Latin American Country Should You Visit?

We're Number Ten!

It's getting hard to tell the difference between TOMMY "I'm Great" TUBULAR and any number of Latin American football legends - you know, The King, The Golden Boy (and his Golden Hand,) that new kid from Brazil, Lord Allen Falconer, and so on. It's totally confusing, and their #10 jerseys sure don't help. See if you can figure out which action photo is of our own superstar.

P.S. TOMMY says soccer is FT (that's kind of like PC to the BP.)

Let's Change the Whole Show

As we near our ten year anniversary, we might consider tweaking one or two things to make the Brat Pack more relevant to today's world. We could start with some minor revisions to our merchandise:

Then, bring back those dancers but with more of them and way more feathers:

New Wave Dave is going to teach Jesse and Josh a thing or two:

Finally, let's get Guido enrolled in that Beginners Tumbling class:

In Case USA v. Ghana Doesn't Go So Well...

You Should Visit Brazil

If you're looking for an extreme yet chill vacation, Brazil is perfect for you. Go wild at Carnaval, get lost in the Amazon, and relax checking out the beautiful people on the beach.

What Latin American Country Should You Visit?

Miami Vice movie based on Brat Pack's exploits

Crockett (aka Tommy Tubular) and Tubbs (aka Guido Menudo) got into a whole lot of adventures in the 80's, and now they're back, 00's style! Be sure to see this upcoming movie in which Tommy and Guido have to outwit a couple of punks who steal their identities (played by Collin Farrell and Jamie Foxx) and rescue a shipment of Columbian gold before it falls into the wrong hands.

Why a Win for Brazil is Good for The Brat Pack and Therefore the Whole World

Some of us might have World Cup Fever, or World Cup Flu, or maybe even World Cup Disorder, especially those who just yesterday learned (in the van on the way to a gig) of soccer's noble origins in the streets of ancient Rome, where people enjoyed kicking beheaded heads from one end of town to the other. That really does sound fun!

I know New Wave Dave is rooting for Canada, and Tommy Tubular probably wants the land of his glorious birth, AKA glorious land of his birth (Japan,) to prevail, and I imagine Larry's got money on just about every country, careful investor that he is. But we can all get together on this one thing - every time Brazil wins a World Cup match, I will personally teach Guido Menudo a sexy new Brazilian Dance Party dance move which he will then use to further rock the world.

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

I know it wasn't actually summer yet when The Brat Pack took its annual week off. And I know that everyone knows I didn't really go on vacation at a beautiful remote beach on the gulf coast. I did learn some important stuff though, which I'm sure you'll find helpful.

TOMMY Does Not Lie! Lynndi Lauper Lies!!

Au contraire!!

In MR. TUBULAR's perennially exciting and informative weekly missive to the masses, one finds only accuracy and integrity. If you will recall, his original message went out BEFORE the "big week off," at which time he believed himself and Guido Menudo to have been grounded. This was my own clever strategy.

Once Lynndi Lauper was safely en route to rehab (no, not a week on the beach - see how she lies,) I was able to reveal to the others the top secret plans I had made for each of them. Yes Guido and New Wave Dave travelled far to reverse climate change once and for all. Obviously, Electric Larry wowed all the other engineers with his newly mastered Brazilian Dance Party moves, and of course it is true that the Jessbot was due for "servicing." Josh of Seagulls' noggin was desperately needed in Hollywood, where he successfully theorized and postulated. I hope that you, our dear reader (literally), can appreciate the need for secrecy regarding TOMMY's mission to save the 80s. If MC Hammer had stayed the shy wallflower he was before TOMMY got there and set him free, where would the rest of us be now?

TOMMY TUBULAR Lies!

In his weekly message to everyone on our email list, TOMMY told about our plans for this week:

"Brat Pack tip #86 - Vacation, all I ever wanted... The Brat Pack will be taking the week off to explore the farthest reaches of the continent. While Josh Of Seagulls is in L.A. doing session work, and attending a science fair, Jesse Van Halen and Lynn D. Lauper will be on the east coast dining on succulent shrimp, drinking umbrella drinks, and basking in the sun. Tommy and Guido have to stay home because their grounded for being naughty, but hope to get off early for good behavior and make it to the shows the following weekend..."

As it turns out, while Josh of Seagulls was filming a science video starring the guy who filmed a famous-star-in a-bikini video the week before, and while I was sipping iced tea in the south south south and Jesse VH was being recalibrated by a team of deep sea divers not far away, the rest of the band was HARDLY grounded.

Our Esteemed Bass Player Union (NW Dave and Guido Menudo) travelled to Antarctica with a bunch of dry ice to solve the whole climate change problem thing so that Baberaham Lincoln would be totally electable by 2008. Larry won the Sexy Dance Competition at a major international convention of super-cool sound guys. So what did that big liar TOMMY do with his time off?

On Sunday, he got himself back to 1984 and by Monday had upgraded the DeLorean this much, allowing him to spend the rest of the week in 1989 teaching MC Hammer how to party.

A Candidate of Our Own

Since we posted the blog about a couple of 80s luminaries running for president in 2008, we've been absolutely swamped with comments, emails, phone calls, drive-bys, and notes-tied-to-rocks from distressed readers who believe General Zod really has a good shot at beating that debonair tap-dancing freakazoid actor Christopher Walken!

Some of them are pretty sure this would lead to the end of the world as we know it. There might be something to their concerns, so we have come up with a solution we think will put everyone's minds at ease.


A candidate who can out-stare Walken and prevail in the Hollywood primary.

A candidate more conniving and fearsome than Zod.

A lifetime resident of Earth whose recent divorce has freed up a lot of time for cool stuff like being president.

A leader who would not shrink from calling on the spirit of Ronald Reagan if things ever got confusing.

A visionary who can truly represent the best of the 80s AND the best of babedom.

A chick, in fact, more clever than Hil and more stylish than Condi.



BABERAHAM LINCOLN 2008.

Tales of the Roadie - Part 1

Crazy stuff happens when the band is on stage. It is the nature of humans to do retarded stuff when under the influence. I'm sure it'll come as no surprise to le performers de Brat Pack that they don't see most of it from stage. I think I'd like to start blogging some of the asinine stuff I see. I call my new series "Tales of the Roadie." Here's my first story:

We were in Taylorville tonight...at Bailey's! Cool club, cool people. But in any crowd that size, you're bound to find your occasional drunken moron. So it goes like this: It's the middle of the second set. These two dudes stumble in, and when informed that there was a cover charge, they immediately got that look on their face that they were special somehow and could argue their way out of paying the cover. (It's a classic facial expression that any door guy immediately recognizes :)

So here's what dude #2 says to me. "You want me to pay X bucks?!? It sounds like a ~friggin'~ jukebox!" (expletive replaced...this is a family blog after all :)

It took me all of 2 milliseconds to realize how rediculous his argument was. What better compliment could he give? I responded, "That's cause they rock." Both dudes paid, but then again, everybody pays when Sixteen Kendell's is at the door.

Who Will Save the World?

The Brat Pack doesn't usually notice anything going on in today's world, but a superstar and a supervillain from our favorite decade have entered the political arena with stunning messages directly related to the 80s! Decision '08 is going to be tough, but at least we'll be partly able to understand it!

Trouble in Paradise

With certain members of this band, I have grown accustomed to deviance from expectation. I have learned when to pursue disciplinary action and when to catch a plane to Paris. But I have perhaps been lulled into a false security with regard to our impeccable, even spectacular, masters of the four and five string basses. Today I learned (thanks JVH!) of a terrible scandal which appears to center around the most perfect being of all - Mr. G. Menudo! (Alas, I should have paid closer attention to The Apprentice and developed a steely resistance to Menudo's charms. He blinded me with silence!) While I am not at liberty to elucidate this most flammable allegation, I can use the opportunity to remind the rest of the Pack about the importance of a thorough understanding of those portions of your contracts specifying which gifts you are not authorized to accept from redheads (e.g., smiles, teddy bears, and - most grievous of all - the monkey.) Now if you will excuse me, I have a plane to catch.

Heard Any Good Jokes Lately?

Tiffany walked into a bar. She never saw it coming.

Knock knock! Who's there? Madonna. Madonna who?
Knock knock. Who's there? Madonna. Madonna who?
Knock knock. Who's there? Orange. Orange who?
Orange glad I didn't say Madonna again?

Why did Prince and the Revolution cross the road?
It was the chicken's day off.

P.S. While PeeWee may have declined to be our myspace friend, 1411 other folks aren't taking any chances!

Once Again, Democracy Prevails

It's official, and the votes have all been counted at least once! There was a three way tie for the ideal Blogger's Vacation period - one day, one week, and none at all - with a smattering of folks choosing "one month" and "as long as possible."

Miraculously, our other open poll ended in a tie too! Kermit dancing sexy and TOMMY slipping Yoda some tongue were deemed equally frightening, while half as many people cast their vote for St. Pat birthing Pat Benatar. Trailing behind in a penultimate toss-up were Jacko the Smurf Chick and Jesse's pedicure. Tied for distant last (AKA not scary at all?) were Papa Smurf's flailing headstock, Larry's donkey kick, and a tantrumming Baby Smurf.

It has been our pleasure to demonstrate that a true democratic process CAN flourish, even if only in the blogosphere, even if restricted to 80s trifles, and even if we're the only ones voting.

Excuse #7: Would You Believe... Lost at Sea?

Park bench I can imagine. Eating from the garbage too. But I'm not falling for your inward-seeking-shoegazer con this time, Lauper. I choose to think of the Brat Pack's brief lapses of consciousness (and detours from expectation) as inevitable forays into the creative realm, ritualized gatherings to recall and serve an ancient, hallowed purpose... that's right, rehearsals to learn more hits from the 80s! So stop lying (refer to section 5a.vii. of your agreement) and focus on the business of getting down with your bad selves.

Excuse #6: Communion with Nature

And so, devastated by TOMMY's superior wisdom and sickened by blondacity (or blondie-ism, if you prefer 90s reductionist terminology to the classical,) I sought comfort in the loving arms of spring's return. Yes I wandered transcendent through the flora, contemplating happiness and meaning and bunnies, merrily passing the weeks without a care, sleeping on or under park benches and eating from the garbage, until the gnashing of teeth of our blog's millions of readers startled me back, and it was time to get in the van and go to the gig.

Excuse #5: Creative Differences

Perhaps you would accept a modified version of excuse 4. The truth is that TOMMY TUBULAR and I had a big falling out about what qualifies a person as blonde. For a few weeks, I stood by my belief that the wig is everything, but eventually, through science and reason, TOMMY's top research assistant Josh of Seagulls persuaded me of the roles of cybernetics and chromosomal misbehavior in authentic blondeness (or blondacity, the preferred 80s term.)

Excuse #4: Alien Abduction

Equally plausible is the scenario that in the future or in a parallel universe, everyone associated with The Brat Pack and this blog was lifted into a spacecraft and carefully studied for what corresponds in earth time to the last three weeks, hypnotized into believing they'd paid a visit to Thanos Las Vegas and/or experienced a cosmic rupture, and deposited at a casino just in time for the gig.

Excuse #3: Technical Difficulties

Our silence can also be attributed to multiple complications in various hardware software connectivities, these arising from a massive warp in the space time continuum, occasionally referred to as the space gash. New Wave Dave and Josh of Seagulls have enlisted our old pal GI Joe to assist with the coming investigation. Rest assured, it's coming! Our talented trio of researchers will leave no space gash unexplored!

Excuse #2: Disciplinary Action

Ms. Lauper, the primary user of our thesaurus, has been on double-secret extra-strength exclusionary probation as a result of serious breaches of contract, namely violations of subsections related to hair care and preserving the dignity of any imaginary creatures she might impersonate.

Excuse #1: We've Been Real Busy

Yeah, we haven't had much time for blogging because we've been hanging out at Las Vegas Thane's pad working on tunes with his cat.

No More Goofing Around

I know I promised we'd never do anything as silly as the St.Patrick's Day Celebration Festival Party Shows ever again. But then I was kidnapped and hypnotized and led astray the very next weekend. But I really really promise now that we'll get back to business as usual for the coming April Fool's Day/Guido and Larry Birthday Blast/Time Change Extravaganza weekend, you know, taking ourselves very seriously and showing the world how much we all still have to learn from the 80s.

Guido's Birthday

As many of you know, Guido Menudo has a birthday this Saturday, April 1st, and boy, does he have an April Fool's joke planned for you! So come on out to Big Guys South in the ancient city of Midlothian this Saturday night.

That's his roadie on the left, picking his bass up from the shop. Those animals mounted behind her are all going to be part of his birthday feast.

You Thought We Were Stupid LAST Weekend

We're about to prove there's more to the Brat Pack than dressing up like silly green unrelated-to-the-occasion characters! Yeah, we're older and wiser now and will never screw up like that again.

We Have A Winner!

It's official! The polls have closed, and your votes on what is undoubtedly our world's most critical issue have been counted, some twice. By a landslide, Walkin on Sunshine is considered to have the juiciest of all bass solos, with a solid majority of 55% (32 votes.) TOM's mysterious supporters have hinted that they like it best because it takes the least time away from important guitar stuff. Apparently Bang on the Drum is dull and boring, earning only 21% of votes (12), with Head Over Heels not able to claim much of a lead (24% or 14 votes,) and that only thanks to Guido discovering how to vote multiple times.

How We Got Ready for St. Patrick's Day

In preparation for the huge green binge of the next two days, New Wave Dave did a lot of research on how the saint who led away Ireland's snakes came to be honored by so much beer and whiskey. Did he also drive out the monkeys and the elephants and the kangaroos, leaving nothing but potatoes and leprechauns and little pots of gold? Whatever, thanks a lot Pat! After cleaning up the sulfur explosion in his top secret basement laboratory, Josh of Seagulls synchronized a fleet of laptops for our massive instant message party at Tommy G's (now a hotspot). We've had the Jessbot on a charger since Sunday, following reports that his persistently low battery was upsetting female fans. TOMMY TUBULAR has been making out with the Blarney Stone in order to preserve his reputation as the most persuasive debater on earth. Menudo's on a secret mission, to be revealed next weekend at the Copper Dragon. And I spent the whole week at the Old School Dance Party Hip Hop Boot Camp, only to be suspended for letting a guest star show up with her hair a mess - no fair! - but at least I'll get to hang out with Guido. If he calls.

Get a Comb

We might at first be tempted to turn to the Blondie papers for guidance in how to deal with repeated instances of egregious hygiene. As it happens, the fault does truly lie with our own Lynndi Lauper who bears responsibility for the actions of all subcontracted guest appearances. If a hairstyle is too much to ask, then a brush may be useful. If no brush, comb, pick, or set of fingers can perform the magic we seek, Ms. Lauper may find herself with the weekend off too.

Think Donnie Brasco

Guido says he needs the weekend off to be with someone very special, someone from out of town with beautiful blonde hair. According to TOMMY, blondes are becoming extinct; he read it somewhere or saw it on TV, so it must be true. Anyway, I'm getting suspicious of Guido's time off, since you can barely recognize him in disguises like this one, and weird things happen right after his mysterious vacations. The last time, I got a phone call from Blockbuster about late movies. The time before that, nasty letters from the library about overdue new wave magazines. And pretty regularly, Big Brother just happens to show up at Guido-free gigs to issue double-tickets for fighting for our right to party AND for partying like it's 1999. I suggest everyone watch what they say around sweet sweet Mr. Menudo.

Irish or Not, Here We Come

So what if it's lederhosen?

So what if we're a delicious smoothie of German, English, Greek, Mexican, Sicilian, Puerto Rican, etc., and only one part Authentic Dubliner?

All we need is a whip, some green stuff, and the will to rock, and we'll be kissing the Blarney Stone as lovingly as the next guy.

Just Around the Corner

Behold!
The Shame and the Glory!

The greatest drinking holiday of them all approaches. It's enough to turn The Brat Pack green.

Where in the World is TOMMY TUBULAR?

In a recent comment, Jesse Van Halen brought up a very real concern, namely that TOMMY TUBULAR seems to have been sucked through the lampshade and into a parallel universe, never to be heard from again. If you can help us find him, you will be rewarded with RAWK forever.

Most Awesome Crossword Winner Ever!

Jeff Hintz, Quality Assurance Technician (is that the guy who makes sure stuff isn't crumbling or does he take complaints?), is so smart that he solved the St. Patrick's Day Crossword Puzzle with his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back. And he solved it faster than anyone has ever solved one of our mind-benders! For this triumph, he will receive an UNOPENED (yeah, Larry, you heard right) copy of Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease DVD #1!