Wednesday, January 25, 2006
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“Flu, Or Cabin Fever?”
Digital
This is my first digital art work for 2006.
I saw this in the brain fog & fuzzy logic of the flu.
An attack of the humdrums, it was...
Living in Japan,
television here is OK if you are Japanese
and/or follow their sense of humor.
But, if otherwise,
American TV shows once they reach Japan,
are slightly out-of-date.
Take American Idol.
The show has only just now reached here.
I watched the auditions, and wow,
there is some bizarre shit out there.
I guess things haven't really changed much from
The Gong Show days...
After passing through auditions, and meeting Chuck Barris,
The day of the show's taping arrived... I sat in a room filled with all sorts of acts and entertainers;
from clever eccentrics to full-on nutters,
for a 5 show taping session-
My show was to appear last, on Friday's show...
Whatever nice buzz I might've had goin' on at sound-check,
was ridin'on the rims
by the time I appeared onstage.
They had a great pit orchestra; a great group of guys
who could throw some notes together nicely,
but once I stepped on the stage, a cute little tee hee was waiting for me,
or should I say not waiting for me-
there was no microphone.
They changed it up from sound check to overhead mikes.
And no monitors.
Instant dues.
The premise of the Gong Show was different from today's talent shows-
They didn't hold out for talent, they sort of discouraged it.
When or if it appeared,
they played off it for laughs...
On American Idol they very patiently wait to scoop any small trace of talent on to bigger and better things...
Completely different premise, from my own experience...
I know this song is a few years old, but I only just recently heard it.
It's a tune written by Eddie Vedder of PearlJam
for the soundtrack of Big Fish, the Tim Burton film...
It's becoming a favorite of mine:
Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in May.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the Man of the Hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.
And the sky breaks at dawn, shedding light upon this town
They’ll all come ‘round
Cause the Man of the Hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the Man of the Hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just
goodbye for now.
The Man of the Hour
-Eddie Vedder, PearlJam
Till next time...'Mela
7:57 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
