If you're like me, you put the songs contained on Kristy & Jimmy McNichol's seminal masterpiece Kristy & Jimmy right up there with Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, The White Album, and anything by Leonard Cohen, Miles Davis, or Johnny Coltrain. And you have probably masturbated to a Jimmy McNichol/Willy Ames/Christopher Atkins wrestling-in-Speedos fantasy more times than you care to admit. And probably still do, to this very day. (You sick cow.) So it saddens me to post this. Really. But there's no escaping it: Jimmy McNichol just doesn't look as hot as he did in the '70s. It took me a while to put my finger on it, but it seems the last vestige of my golden youth, my knight in red satin, has grown up and gotten meth-face. Not that we didn't see it coming. He was always MOST LIKELY TO TRICK FOR A PACK OF NEWPORTS, if you know what I mean. But still. This is rather sad. He recently did the audio commentary for the DVD release of his classic horror film,Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker, and talked to Code Red Productions about "his memories of the shoot, what he is doing now, and his possible comeback in the music scene." IF ONLY! HERE"S WISHING! 2010 is a brand new year, after all!