Randy Ramone

There’s something about seeing Randy Jackson wearing a biker jacket on TV tonight that gives me the sensation the shark has jumped on the whole Ramones look thing. The irony does not escape me that the ‘jumped the shark’ idiom comes from a moment in TV history when a once cool guy decided to water-ski over a shark in a…that’s right – a leather jacket. And I don’t wanna be mean to Randy, I like the guy – he keeps it real – he’s my dog yo (if you know what I mean?). I know he’s worn leather jackets before and I don’t know why I choose to pick on him tonight, but something about seeing him up there behind the judges panel in that black pleather classic biker jacket just didn’t sit right with me. It reminds me of Ed Hardy fucking ruining skulls for us – they used to be a cool fashion accessory that you could turn to for that edgy rebel look, and now there’s not an alcoholic beverage at the party store or a lighter at the gas station that isn’t milking the whole franchise dry, and let’s not forget the teen moms with their knock-off skull tracksuits at the mall. And the same goes for tattoos – again there was once a time we could look to the ancient art-form to turn our bodies into works of art and become part of a proud tradition dating back thousands of years. But these days it seems like every other dumb-ass athlete that makes his way out onto the plate or the gridiron has his arms covered top to bottom with some ass ugly crap. And to be honest I have my suspicions that Ed Hardy fellow might also be behind fucking with that whole tattoo scene.

It’s tough to write this, it goes against my whole (new) philosophy of being fucking awesome and just letting everyone be themselves without fear of judgment or repercussion so it’s kinda bugging me I’m even thinking like this, I dunno maybe I’m just having a bad day. What do you think?

So I threw this together, the history of the biker jacket: