Saturday, March 31, 2012

American Idiot Part Deux

So, American Idiot.

Yeah, my grandfather didn't like it.  I can tell you're all shocked.  Mom actually liked it a lot more than she thought she would.  My cousins of course thought it was great and my aunt and uncle both seemed to enjoy it.  My mom thinks that my grandmother "got it"but it's pretty clear that my grandfather was unhappy.  A few elderly theatre patrons walked out during the opening number, much to the delight of the cast who followed them from one end of the stage to the other, and my grandfather announced that if he were alone he would walk out too.

Overall it was pretty good.  I thought the staging was what really held everything together.  It really is more of a punk rock opera than a musical, going from one song into the next almost immediately.  The only negative thing I can really say is that almost half the songs just don't work for an ensemble.  If you can get over the semi-awkwardness of some of the arrangements you'll be ok.  I liked it.

On another note, I don't consider myself to be a huge Green Day fan.  I don't own any of their albums or know any of their songs that weren't on the radio.  Even so, this was the music I grew up with and is, in many ways, the voice of my generation.  I was amazed at the effect the show had on me--taking me right back to the angst, the disaffection, and the sense of being lost that my friends and I went through as teenagers.

It's ok if my grandparents didn't "get it".  I did.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

One nation controlled by the media

Today I go to see American Idiot, the musical written by who my grandmother adorably calls "The Green Band".  That's Greenday for those of you who are equally in the dark.  My grandparents are theatre patrons so they often have extra tickets.  When I got the call I went to youtube and gave my mom a brief preview of what to expect.

My grandparents, however, have noooooooooo idea what they're in for.

This should be fun.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Because Satire!

So this guy I know made this video with some guy he knows and you guys should watch it because satire!

I have nothing else to add except gee eyeeeee Jooooooooooooooooe!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Finally finished reading As I Lay Dying.

What the fuck?

If I ever attempt to write a creative work in the stream of consciousness style that's longer than, say...twenty pages or so, somebody slap me.  Or get me whatever drugs Faulkner was on.

God damn.  Whatever you do, don't try to make sense of this thing at two in the morning.  Unless you're with a bunch of other English majors and you're all three sheets to the wind.  This is the sort of literature that just demands the company of alcohol.  Maybe I'll come up with a drinking game.  Every time Darl says something psychic, take a shot.  Every time Jewel swears, take a shot.  Every time Anse acts like a total dickhead, take a shot.

...nevermind.  I'd get alcohol poisoning before I even reached the halfway point.

Edit 3/21/12: My dad came up with the most brilliant analogy for As I Lay Dying (or any stream of consciousness work for that matter): "It's like yodeling in a cave--you are still in the dark with a great deal of constant feedback you just don't give a shit about".  

Monday, March 19, 2012

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Better than coffee

You know it's going to be a great day when you wake up at get a call from the sherif's office saying there's been an unconfirmed report of a gun on campus.

They sent out an all clear fifteen minutes later.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Dear Inspiration, Why?

Dear Inspiration,

Why must you strike at 2 a.m.?  It's not that I'm ungrateful, but a more reasonable time, say, two in the afternoon would be much appreciated.

I guess that's all.  See you same time next paper :P


Sunday, March 11, 2012

    Maybe I Shoudl Change The Font Size Again

I actually have more than twelve hours...and some idea of what I'm doing.  Doesn't mean I'm not still behind.  I really don't want to bust out the Kahluah again...

Friday, March 2, 2012

That moment when're reading Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and suddenly realize that Gawain is Ace Rimmer.

Ace Rimmer...what a guy.