How can you have a fringe festival
that's not on the fringes of anything? It's all fringe, I guess, like
a whorehouse curtain. Let's go sit in a black box. There will be cuss
words and exposed flesh, ironic use of clown white, and young
performers wishing desperately to be misunderstood. We have gotten to
the point where competence may be the only transgression left, rare
as tits on a snake. Still, it's our culture, and this is its
expression. You can't complain about art you don't like an more than
about the proliferation of flies on a dung heap.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
I miss onionskin
This thing used to could happen: A
person would be typing and stop for a sip of coffee and set their cup
down and type to the end of the line and the carriage went ding. You
would slap the return lever to start the next line and damned if I
hadn't set the cup down in exactly the wrong place because POW!
Coffee everywhere. Also, the handset of older dial telephones was
quite heavy and you could give yourself a concussion if you answered
too enthusiastically. Otherwise, I can think of no way that
technology has improved human life.
Monday, November 3, 2014
As I look out at this puddle of faces...
Back in May, Jimmy Page accepted an
honorary doctorate from Berklee College of Music. (No word on whether
he's willing to share academic credit with Willie Dixon, Howlin'
Wolf, and Randy California.) A lot of celebrities get honorary
doctorates at graduation time; it's a way for schools to get name
speakers to show up, and for Doctor Ralph Stanley to start his
lucrative sideline in shade tree lobotomies. Usually, these degrees
recognize a lifetime of valuable contributions to the culture. But
what about people of more humble accomplishment? I'm lobbying here
for an honorary associate degree from Cuyahoga Community College.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Lives of the Philosophers, Pt. 3
Reading Marshall McLuhan's ideas this
late in the game, they can seem banal because they so accurately
describe the way we live today. Like watching a D. W. Griffith movie
and trying to get your head around a time when a close-up was a big
deal. Two things to remember about him: First off, Canadian. Like
Howie Mandel and Bachman-Turner Overdrive. The second thing is he
predicted the Internet and coined the term Global Village, which you
should think about when you worry about online privacy because one
thing about living in a village is everybody knows everybody else's
business.
Monday, October 20, 2014
2 names good. 3 names better.
First off: There's not a thing wrong
with Stevie Ray Vaughn or Kenny Wayne Shepherd, fine fine superfine
pickers who've made scads of good music and who, for very different
reasons, wouldn't care at all about my opinions even if they knew
about them, which they don't. I wanted that straight right out front
there. What rankles me and raises my hackles is when cats cite them
as major influences and as some sort of wellspring of originality
which sorry but they just ain't. To believe they are is like stepping
in a bucket and thinking you found the ocean.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Radiogenic argon-40 in every breath
Apparently, they are putting something
called GMO in our food, which I had previously heard was a miracle
arthritis cure they didn't want us to know about. They've also
started putting gluten into bread and cake and cookies, where it
could be eaten by children. Also, do you realize that today's apple
contains over twice as much fructose as glucose? I also heard they
killed this one guy because he invented a simple attachment for your
carburetor that would turn tap water into gasoline. I'm not sure who
they are, but I'll say this for them: They stay incredibly busy.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I hate it when somebody says something
clever and you go ha ha that's clever and they admit it's a quote
from TV, sort of implying that you're kind of square for not knowing
the reference. And you feel dopey for always making up your own funny
things to say, which is old fashioned, like baking bread or wearing
homemade socks. Statistically, every season brings us closer to total
Quip Convergence, when the fact that the number of possible funny
sentences in English is finite will make it mathematically impossible
to make a joke that is not a Simpsons quote.
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