Missing Persons, yeah, they weren't kidding! I've just come off the ol' information superhighway where I was looking for some Missing Persons -- with caps, you know: the band Missing Persons. Not easy. Missing Persons clearly never anticipated the internet search engine when they were tossing around band names. Them and Berlin. And Them.
Reason I've been hunting Missing Persons is my recent rediscovery of this great song: "Mental Hopscotch" (Real Audio archive). I wish I could remember how it felt as a 12-year old to find this song hanging out at My MTV. I do remember developing a major crush on singer Dale Bozzio, probably because she wore big pieces of see-thru plastic on her boobs and I was 12. Yeah, her and Terri Nunn - from Berlin. Anyway, here's the smokin' vid for you to download (offsite): Mental Hopscotch smokin vid
There's actually a nice bunch of videos for you to download on this page. All the hits are there - you remember! "What are words for when no one listens anymore?" (hear it on Irwin's old Gender Bias). And how about "Destination Unknown"? Great stuff. Mike Lupica just played that song on his radio show this week, that link'll take you to straight to the mp3 archive of his show. (It expires on 7/24/06 - after which, you'll have to settle for this realaudio link.)
Briefly, Missing Persons came out of Frank Zappa's group. This may partially explain some of what they're up to now. Founding guitarist Warren Cucurrullo (don't go there), after a long spell with Duran Duran, became Guitarist as Athlete. He's now got a shaved head, a soul patch, and bulging pecs and used to make porn on his website. Bass player Patrick O'Hearn (don't go there either) is now a top-selling New Age artist; keyboardist Chuck Wild (oof!) is an "active investor"; and Dale Bozzio (her website's down) occasionally tours as Missing Persons with an entirely new line-up, which includes this guy.
What is it with these people and the bulging pecs & soul patches?
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What's really keeping my jaw solidly stuck to the floor is drummer Terry Bozzio. You know, they've got a subculture for everything. For instance, before I sliced my thumb off a few weeks ago, I was ignorant of the exqusite social opportunities digital self-truncation afforded. That said, there exists a Cult Of Terry. Terry Bozzio is perhaps the fussiest, most athletic drummer ever. He's a total muscleman counting fool, with a drum kit that makes Neil Peart's look like Dennis Flemion's, and his website is a messy combination of manifesto, memory book, and musings. This, from the "Foreward"
I want to share my experiences, strengths, philosophies, hopes, influences, hobbies, other interests, etc. with you in the hopes that you might learn from my mistakes & successes, be entertained by the stories, and be helped by the benefit of whatever knowledge I can pass along.
And to your right is the man you are meant to imagine speaking these words to you as you read them. Mind you, while he's maintaining this mostrosity, he's also one of the busiest drummers on the planet. While you're visiting, allow me to recommend The Gallery, and Hobbies, wherein he links to no less than four pen websites. That's pen websites. Websites devoted to pens.
It seems like Terry's a really nice guy, and I love Missing Persons and have really dug some of his drum stuff with Zappa, but I can't let this one go: here is perhaps the most shockingly inappropriate drumming I've ever heard: Terry Bozzio plays drums with Fantomas. (that's a youtube link). Wow.
Hey, if anyone's got video of Missing Persons performing in the 1980 movie "Lunch Wagon", I'd love to see it!
Wrapping up, to your left is a real nice pic of a real live missing person, Peggy S. Houser. It seems she joined a motorcycle gang.