Mr. Forman,
Pause? What pause? The above is a 3,000 word celebration of my future husband and his hobby. If that message was so opaque then I'm left with one of two concerns. Either I'm losing my mind and the story was actually published in gibberish rendering it completely indecipherable to you, or I question your professional wisdom.
I appreciate your concern however and I'll let you know how it all turns out. If we're divorced in a year I owe you a Coke.
Cheers,
Kinsey
Ballard, I tried Wacko last month while on the Magic Hat tasting tour at the factory and I almost ralphed. I love some Magic, but they've taken it too far with the Wacko. I watched other visitors swallow in disgust and quickly raise their glass for a #9 refill to wash it down. At any rate props to Vermont breweries for mixing it up.
Did everyone fail to see that I wrote that I greatly enjoyed this performance? That was clearly stated. I was merely suggesting we look at how we define certain dance genres, obviously that caught a lot of individuals attention and therefore I have done my job, i.e. to raise awareness and start discussion.
Hooray Chinar! Not only do they serve great Indian food, but the staff are always extremely helpful. Also, big ups to their delivery guy. I don't know his name, but this man deserves an ovation, he's always timely and so friendly. Good work sir!
Re: “Girl Talk and the dance pants”
Well put jshaft00. I have to agree. To say, "Pop culture-wise we've reached a dead end," is to suggest that just because we can easily access information, like lost outtakes from The Empire Strikes back, or search the internet for those bootleg copies of an "MP3 of a group called Dr. Cali-gory, pioneers of superviolent line-dancing music" as Oswalt suggests, THE END OF CREATIVITY is upon us.
This argument reminds me of a trip I took a few years ago to the Seattle Klondike Gold Rush museum. In true National Parks fashion the museum featured a 30 minute video all about the gold rush, particularly the most harrowing experience the miners took up the freezing White Pass Trail out of Skagway, Alaska. Many died of malnutrition and others became sick after eating dead horses all for the glory of gold. Clearly it was a horrifying yet incredible moment in history, but the end of the film a low voice closed out the scene of the long line of men hiking the White Pass trail by saying, "The Klondike gold rush will be remembered as the last great American adventure ever."
EVER??? Really? Ever? Summiting Mt. Everest was no biggie? Landing on moon didn't count? It was laughable. And so is the statement that we've reached a pop culture dead end.
Why are we using Girl Talk as the sacrificial lamb to suggest the end of original art? You can't possibly believe that that's it.
I too am sad we no longer have video stores and bargain bins to dig for lost cassette tapes. I too hate the regurgitated garbage network cable and Hollywood spits out. If I have to see one more skinny man climb into a Spidey suit I’m gonna spit. And yet, while I love Patton and Chris you know I adore you too, whining about how your super-underground knowledge is now being co-opted by masses is pretty damn elitist and, dare I say it, kind of sad. Regardless for how many times I Google factoids about cult classic movies or unknown Swedish punk bands, I still won’t know as much as a true “otaku” (to use Oswalt's terminology) of the genre. I may however, kick your ass at musical comedy trivia. You could Google Pippin all you want and I’d still school you.
Here’s the deal. I do think Girl Talk is an artist. I don’t know many other DJ’s who can take so many pieces of music and evolve them into an entirely new sound that leads a huge room of people to explode in dance euphoria. As far as the development of new pop-culture, to me the Girl Talk was a sign of encouragement. But for those of you who didn't attend, you wouldn't know that, you weren't at the concert.