Red Mosquito

The OKC poster is sort of confusing me. I see a rose, a boat, a barn and a silo. I'm sure I'm missing the deeper meaning that the artist "Johnny Crap" is trying to convey. Maybe it's a dust bowl tornado theme. Not sure what the rose has to do with it? Any ideas?

It's Pearl Jam rising from the ashes from whatever mother nature has to throw at them

Pearl Jam only rises from the ashes of Mother Love Bone, not mother nature.

and with that, you've been officially welcomed to RM, Vedder's Girl.

looks like a metaphor for Ed and Ricky Ramone's undying love for each other. The rose interwoven with the house symbolizes how nothing will ever come between them.

You should really post the pic when starting a thread like this.

The silo represents Jeff's ample penis.

Here's an image of the poster.

I'm pretty sure the crappy, broken down old shack is to represent Riot Act.

you need to shut the fuck up

THIP has returned?

cutuphalfdead wrote:you need to shut the fuck up

That's pretty rude.

It's all based on a dream that Ed described to him, as I understand it.

Note the decrepit and precariously-placed nature of the structure bearing the band's name. It represents decay. It shows the inevitability of ending. Like the proverbial malt shop of old, this nearly-destroyed building is a thing of the past...a dead question with an unheedable answer.

The rowboat hangs uselessly from a waterless dock. The inhabitants, we conclude, failed to escape when that option still existed for them. Now, they are trapped, their tiny world held up by the roots of things that do not live. In effect they are supported to death, like a band being pushed into cancerous stagnation by its ever-craving but terribly weary fanbase.

There are no crops here. There is no substance at all. The once-common potato is gone. The mayonnaise is lost to time immortal. Things change, we inevitably conclude. It cannot be stopped.

Meanwhile, the rose...a cultural symbol of newness, of springtime, and of love...pushes through the tattered remains. It is a foreign object, an outside force that hints at many faces. It is larger than the building...and thus larger than band or man, we infer...and it is not slowed by the crumbling walls that its vibrant folds parenthetically lay to waste. It is a physical manifestation of "out with the old," and it is the corporeal representation of the unstoppable new. It is life. It is death. It is the densely-concentrated power collected within a dreamer's eager ambitions.

It is also a vagina.

holdtightthething wrote:

cutuphalfdead wrote:you need to shut the fuck up

That's pretty rude.

You figured chud out quite quickly. Bravo.

In which Sarge's and Kaius's avatars seem eerily appropriate for their posts.

McParadigm wrote:It's all based on a dream that Ed described to him, as I understand it.

Note the decrepit and precariously-placed nature of the structure bearing the band's name. It represents decay. It shows the inevitability of ending. Like the proverbial malt shop of old, this nearly-destroyed building is a thing of the past...a dead question with an unheedable answer.

The rowboat hangs uselessly from a waterless dock. The inhabitants, we conclude, failed to escape when that option still existed for them. Now, they are trapped, their tiny world held up by the roots of things that do not live. In effect they are supported to death, like a band being pushed into cancerous stagnation by its ever-craving but terribly weary fanbase.

There are no crops here. There is no substance at all. The once-common potato is gone. The mayonnaise is lost to time immortal. Things change, we inevitably conclude. It cannot be stopped.

Meanwhile, the rose...a cultural symbol of newness, of springtime, and of love...pushes through the tattered remains. It is a foreign object, an outside force that hints at many faces. It is larger than the building...and thus larger than band or man, we infer...and it is not slowed by the crumbling walls that its vibrant folds parenthetically lay to waste. It is a physical manifestation of "out with the old," and it is the corporeal representation of the unstoppable new. It is life. It is death. It is the densely-concentrated power collected within a dreamer's eager ambitions.

It is also a vagina.

THANK YOU. it was long overdue that we addressed elephant in the room.

It's going to be okay, Alex.

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

What the hell is she doing?!