For my first post of 2014, (my first post, ominously enough, since September 11th), I’d like to implore my readers to direct their attention to the picture above…
This is Rob. Some of you might recognize him from his work as a model (as seen on Model Mayhem). Other’s might know him from his role as a member of the underground rock band Murdered by ROBOTS, for which he has provided his unique brand of lunatic ranting on such profanity laced tracks as “Ex-Wife” and “None the Wise Reprise (Rebel Without Applause Remix)“, and for having inspired and co-written the song “Dumpster Baby” (recently aired on 96.5 WSLR’s “Lumpytunes!”). But most of you, undoubtedly, will remember him first and foremost as one half of the brain damaged duo that host Screaming Mime Theater’s premiere and longest running podcast, Two Guys Watching Porn. Since it’s inception nearly two years ago, TGWP has proudly lowered the bar for all homegrown media, due in no small measure to Rob’s unwavering lack of on air professionalism, fascinatingly off-center logic and fearless discard of social grace. In a medium often populated by massive egos, obsessive work ethics and intellectual snobbery, Rob is the refreshing exception, a 21st Century caveman, direct in his speech, unapologetically vulgar in his delivery, and totally unpretentious in even his most misguided convictions. He is also hilarious, sometimes even intentionally, and the greatest collaborator this fellow cohost has known.
I last spoke with Rob the week before Thanksgiving. Since then, he has mysteriously vanished. Dropped off the face of the Earth! Vanished as abruptly as one of Liam Neeson’s immediate family members in a Taken movie. My first fear was robot abduction, but no evidence supporting that admittedly far fletched theory has yet to surface. However, all attempts at reaching him have come up empty, which leads me only to speculate that he’s either been the subject of foul play, imprisoned, or that he’s simply holed up somewhere with a copy of “Where’s Waldo?”, too absorbed in the task at hand to notice the passage of time. I certainly hope for the latter. After all, every Butthead needs a Beavis!
It’s on this somber note that I’ll end this post, with hopes that the world has not yet heard the last from Two Guys Watching Porn.
Murdered by ROBOTS 