When you really think about it, people give a lot of very bad advice. I recently read an inspirational tweet reminding readers that when faced with adversity they should remember to “just breathe.” Okay, but aren’t I going to do that anyway? I mean, I appreciate the importance of respiration when faced with a difficult situation (or any situation really), but it’s totally worthless as advice. This hero is essentially telling us that the best way to handle a particularly daunting set of circumstances is to not suffocate. Gosh, thanks. I’ll try to remember that.
I want to tell Star Wars fans (and anyone else who geeked-out over the latest Force Awakens trailer) to calm down. It’s a commercial. I know we call them “trailers” now but it’s still just a commercial. Disney wants your money, and this is all a well-funded marketing campaign designed to separate you from $13.50. I want to mount my hipster soapbox and call you all slaves to yet another soulless Hollywood retread.
But I can’t.
The truth is, I’ve never been this excited to see a movie in my entire life. The original trilogy meant everything to me as a child. It fueled my imagination and triggered an interest in science and science fiction that I still have to this very day. Of course I know now that those 3 movies are far from perfect (and the less said about the awful prequels the better), but I don’t care. Like a lot of people, I thought I would never see Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia or Han Solo ever again. Now after 32 years, the idea fills me with an inexplicable giddiness. I realize that The Force Awakens will likely be an epilogue for these old characters, but I still can’t wait to find out what became of my childhood movie heroes.
Remember when albums mattered? That bygone era when artists would write and record a set of songs, and fans would listen to the whole thing? I miss that. I think about it a lot. I think about how there are now entire generations that will never passionately argue about album covers, read liner notes or find the great deep cuts that casual fans miss. Sadly, it seems that the ubiquity of music in the internet age has turned us all into a kind of casual fan. Everything is too easy when it comes to music. It’s all in your pocket, an app away. It was different when you had to make your way to the local record store and plunk down hard earned cash for something physical. It had real value. If your ex ran off with your Born To Run album, it mattered. If your mom didn’t approve of your favorite Kiss record and tossed it into the fireplace, it mattered. If you discovered (tragically) that one of your friends actually owned the Sammy Hagar-era Van Halen albums, it mattered. Prior to the internet, your music collection was tangible, and it said something about who you were and what you deemed important. Having 300 albums on a shelf in your bedroom told the world that music mattered to you. Does having Spotify Premium say the same thing?
Apparently Facebook is developing a “Dislike” button. This should be fun. Just imagine how the self-absorbed, selfie-taking masses will react to having their duck-faced visages given the “thumbs down.” I predict it will take less than a week for coddled narcissists to consider any “Disliked” status update to be a form of bullying. Personally, I plan to make liberal use of it every time someone posts about their workout.
I’ve heard people say that we need a sarcasm font, or some sort of new punctuation mark to denote satire. Seems reasonable in the internet age, right? Wrong. The idea that we can no longer distinguish between sarcasm and sincerity, between satire and veracity without help should be deeply troubling. The idea is called Poe’s Law. Here is the definition according to Wikipedia:
An Internet adage which states that, without a clear indicator of the author’s intent, parodies of extreme views will, to some readers, be indistinguishable from sincere expressions of the parodied views.
Ladies and gentleman, we are living in the age of Poe’s Law. Am I reading the New York Times or The Onion? Is this cable news or an SNL skit? With the 2016 presidential campaign just getting started, I have to wonder, could 2016 be the year satire dies? Will we see it swallowed up in a tsunami of insane campaign ads, oddball interviews and misguided stunts? Our nations comedians could be in for a rough year. After all, how do you mock mockery?
I think a good barometer for the collective intelligence of a society might be the number of cartoon characters in advertising. Let me be clear, I’m not talking about marketing to kids. An animated rabbit is understandable if you’re trying to sell sugary cereal to an 8-year old. I’m talking about products that are strictly within the purview of adulthood. Think about it, how many car insurance commercials have you seen that utilize a cartoon spokesperson? Last night cartoon mucus tried to sell me a cold remedy. How stupid do they think we are? Whether it’s a middle-aged woman being led around by an animated bladder, or a Muppet hocking mortgages, the answer seems pretty clear. We’re apparently not smart enough to be spoken to like adults.
On a completely unrelated note, do you think the guy that does the voice of the cartoon snot drives a nicer car than me?
In 1981 AC/DC released For Those About To Rock (We Salute You). While no one would ever describe AC/DC as “thought provoking,” the title of that album has always vexed me. I don’t really know what it means to “rock.” If I called you on the phone and asked what you were doing, and you replied, “I’m about to rock,” what exactly are you about to do? Seriously, I have no idea. Also, the word “about” in the title implies some strange forethought, like it’s the next thing on your to-do list.
- Fold Laundry
- Balance Checkbook
- Set DVR To Record Sharknado 2
Also, I’m confused by the sense of pride and honor that apparently accompanies my intention to rock. Is my plan to rock really salute-worthy? What if I intend to rock, but I intend to do so while listening to Rick Springfield? Will AC/DC still salute me? Is their salute solely contingent upon the presence of AC/DC music? Will Rick Springfield salute me? Clearly there are more questions than answers here.
I think maybe the best barometer for the size of a person’s ego is the hotel bathroom telephone. Hear me out. Before the mobile phone revolution, many nicer hotels had telephones in the bathroom. Right next to the toilet actually. Some still do.
Every time I see one I have the same thought: I will never be important enough to make or receive a hotel toilet call. But that’s just my low self-esteem talking. The truth is, if you’re not the President or Vice President of the United States, Secretary of Defense or one of the Joint Chiefs, you have no reason to use that phone. Ever. Only a desperate, ego-maniacal narcissist would make or answer a call using a hotel toilet phone.
On a completely unrelated note, I bet Donald Trump makes liberal use of the hotel toilet phone.
Welcome to the X!
Friends, the revolution is over. WEAX won. To celebrate I’ve done a little “remodeling,” and this week is the big reveal. There’s a new logo, new website (obviously) and a blog.
You might notice that the playlist is a little different too. It’s been trimmed, modernized and lightened up a bit. Also, I finally let that delightful British woman go back home to England (loyal WEAX listeners know what I’m talking about).
Anyway, we hope you like what you hear. We’d love to hear from you. We’re in all the usual places, or you can leave a comment below.