Two of the things I most love, together at last: post-punk music, and comic books. Mark Mothersbaugh as Iron Man? Perfect. Enjoy the rest here.

In the same week that Starbucks announces it won’t be selling CDs any more, Henry Rollins makes the case for always buying your music in a physical form.

I have seen many, many bands in my lifetime. Unfortunately, Mac Sabbath has not been one of them. I hope I get the chance before McDonald’s sues the pantaloons off them.

A tip of the hat to whoever is the music supervisor for “American Horror Story.” The episode tonight, and next week as well, will feature the Pere Ubu song “Road to Utah.” That shows good taste!

Check out the song for yourself:

Here’s another incredible performance by Puddles Pity Party, delivering a cover version that far exceeds the original.

Which is a good thing, because that’s about how far back my seat will be for The Who, who will be playing the Staples Center.

Actually, the seats aren’t nearly as far off as the date: September 15 of 2015. I wonder if Daltrey and Townshend will still be alive then. Daltrey seems very healthy, but who’s to say that magic bus won’t roll over him unexpectedly? Townshend has been sober for more than 20 years, which certainly will improve his odds. If something happens to either, would they just get a substitute? Given past history, you better you bet. Fifty years later, and despite band deaths and determination that every tour was the “final” tour, it’s clearly too early for The Who to say the song is over.

The news piece I’m about to link to is my favorite thing on the Internet right now. But first, a little background.

This time last year, comedian Russell Brand was encouraging people not to vote, partly because he never has, but largely, he claimed, because voting effects no change. Well, I can predict one change for sure: If you don’t vote your interests, the votes of other people, with interests opposed to yours, will count for more. Because there will be more of them. So let’s say you’re concerned about climate change and would like to see more research and funding, but you decide that your vote doesn’t count, so you don’t show up, and that all of your pals — the cultural elite who will even know who Russell Brand is — don’t show up either. Guess who will still be coming out. I think you see where this is going.

Anyway, here’s Brand’s infamous interview from last year:

Now, a year later and in an election season, an unlikely voice of tradition and reason has shown up to give Brand the finger. Yes, I speak of none other than Johnny Rotten. Mr. Rotten, whom some of us know as probably the most influential singer of the latter half of the 20th century, and who came to prominence in a band called The Sex Pistols (still an unbeatable band name), declaims that Russell Brand is a “bumhole,” and provides the public this seemingly rather un-punk-like advice: “Get smart, read as much as you can and find out who’s using you. I did. What’s wrong with you?”

Here’s the whole story. This makes me gloriously happy. The Sex Pistols were punks because of the failure of the establishment, just as Jonathan Swift was making a moralist point when he advised that the Irish end the famine by eating their own children. Mistaking The Sex Pistols and their ilk as stupid louts always reminds me of the line Joey Ramone shared about the Ramones, who right from the start were profitable and who always, always made money: “We’re dumb, but we’re not stupid.”

Sure, Leonard Cohen can write and sing weepy songs with great power. But he’s not a 7-foot-tall depressed clown.

Hallelujah – Puddles Pity Party from Gary Yost on Vimeo.

In which K-Pop meets CGI, and the singer seemingly pays a debt to Yoko Ono. This is either the worst or best music video ever. As a song, it’s the nadir. Let’s see how much of this you can handle.

Pere Ubu’s latest CD, “Carnival of Souls,” hit stores today. I had to have it instantly, and now I do. I’m playing it over and over and over while writing. Whatever impact the video below (of “Golden Surf II,” the first track on the album) might make on you, I can tell you that it makes me incredibly happy. Almost thirty years after discovering this band, the thrill is still very much with me.