1. Today’s our 10th wedding anniversary. Bring on the tin and aluminum!
2. Reality TV has been really good to me so far this summer season. My chosen favorites have won both Hell’s Kitchen and So You Think You Can Dance, and my first-episode favorite is still doing well on Rock Star: Supernova. I don’t have a favorite for Project Runway yet, but the guy I really disliked already got the boot. Haven’t watched this week’s yet.
3. I was going through my MP3s this morning, to make changes to my playlists. I came across some of the songs from the 70s cartoon movie Animalympics, and was just delighted. Man, I loved that movie. The music was done by Graham Gouldman, lead singer of the 70s wussrock band 10cc.
4. I was going to put in a movie and watch it, but “Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts 1-7)” just came on, so now I’m stuck listening to the awesomeness for 17-1/2 minutes. Like that’s such a chore.
5. Snakes on a Plane opens tomorrow, after a thousand-year wait.
6. The On-Line Guitar Archive is offline due to legal issues. I really wish I’d printed out all of my favorite bits of tablature, instead of just bookmarking them. Son of bitch!
This rant comes courtesy of , but it kills me too.
Last night, on Rock Star: Supernova, one of the contestants used a bullhorn in part of his song. A little hack, yes, especially since JD Fortune did it last year with “Pretty Vegas”. But that’s not the rant. The rant is that everyone on the show kept calling the bullhorn a megaphone. They are two distinctly different things, but even when searching Google images for an actual picture of a megaphone, the results were mostly bullhorns.
In other news, I browsed through the entertainment acts list at this weekend’s “A Taste of Edmonds” — my good ol’ hometown food festival. I saw that JP Patches is going to be performing on the children’s stage. Now, JP had a local show on TV in the 60s and 70s. He’s beloved by lots of local people … aged 35-plus. He hasn’t been a going concern for decades, and yet he’s still making appearances. Do kids today even know who the hell he is, aside from “that scary old clown guy with the creepy clown girlfriend”?
Some 15 years ago, when I was working summer camp, we had all the campers in some City of Lynnwood parade. And JP Patches was there too. Most of the kids didn’t know who he was, and were totally not interested. Though the middle-aged parents loved him. Why can’t we all be honest, and admit that JP Patches is NOT for the kids?