Wow, I almost made it through the whole season without seeing American Idol once. We made a point of watching the finale, though. I don't know the background of any of the performers, not even Big Pointy-Haired Guy or Little Pointy-Haired Guy. Neither's voice made me want to know more about them. However I read later one of them is gay. That made me think of Elton John.
In the early '70s, Elton John had one place in my neurons: he was the guy who came out. He said, on the record, that he was bisexual. A few years later he stepped on to all gay, all day. I loved that bit of information about his sexuality, especially since I was cripplingly shy at that time. How can a shy person not love someone who owns who he is enough to tell Rolling Stone?
In the '80s I heard the effect of flashbulbs on his photosensitive epilepsy is what led to the giant sunglasses, but that wasn't as impressive as his casual honesty about his sexuality.
And of course, all talks of music and honesty and celebrity come around to BNL. BNL2.0 is breaking my heart. First of all the BNL blog is down "temporarily." Twitter is new, though, and they have been twittering several times a day about their new album.
"Hello from the studio! Tweaking things, and getting ready to record our first song. "Summertime" is the jam. Gigs were nuts."
"Wow. Got that one! On to "Hold On"... we gotta change some titles! Kev's turn to sing. 2 guys walk in to a bar... and ROCK!!!!"
"Day 2. Jim is punching in some bass on the chorus cause he's a little on top. Ty is fat in the pocket. Blood Red Moon. Locusts Buzzing."
"It's a 2 bed day! MPW is going to cut something together. Holdin it down for the BOOF BOOF BAFF BOOF BAFF"
"Studio Computer CRASH!!! Yikes. We're preparing for A Creeggan joint. "On the Lookout". Killer vibe, me on Bass! Mac... please come back"
I should be excited. And grateful. But I feel like I'm a business stakeholder getting my daily status report.
Ed: Yeah. We need to ROCK!!!! Did you get that memo? Tyler: Yeah. I got the memo. And I understand the policy. And the problem is just that I forgot the one time. How many exclamation points is it again? Jim: (distractedly) Guys, I'm trying to rock here. Kevin: We need to talk about the TPS reports and the level to which they do or do not rock.
Ed: Yeah. We need to ROCK!!!! Did you get that memo?
Tyler: Yeah. I got the memo. And I understand the policy. And the problem is just that I forgot the one time. How many exclamation points is it again?
Jim: (distractedly) Guys, I'm trying to rock here.
Kevin: We need to talk about the TPS reports and the level to which they do or do not rock.
Granted, they also supply video evidence of the rocking. And I do love seeing how the sausage is made. As long as it isn't Ed's sausage, because I've seen it and the possibility of dying of internal injuries is a huge turn-off, thank you.
On the other hand, Steven counters with photos of his ass crack as he tries on his girlfriend's clothes.
Status updates, ass crack, status updates, ass crack. Ass crack wins. Oh, and make your own crack joke here. At the end of last month Steven Page and the girls made it through six months of passing drug tests and were officially de-convicted of any crime, and the air was thick with the silence of the un-ringing of the bells.
Ass crack wins every time.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.