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Flipping channels last night shortly before midnight, I saw that FOX had Pitbull with P-Diddy (or whatever he goes by these days), and ABC had Carrie Underwood and Jimmy Buffet. Tivo claimed that NBC would have Gwen Stafani, but all I saw was Carson Daly talking (which is pretty much all I ever saw when I would flip past him on MTV's TRL).
All those musical acts waxing poetic about life and love: it's the same old sentiment wrapped in shiny new paper. Today's artists can't hold a candle to the classics.
Looking in your eyes I see a paradise.
This world that I found is too good to be true.
Standing here beside you want so much to give you
This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you.
Let 'em say we're crazy, I don't care about that.
Put your hand in my hand, baby, don't ever look back.
Let the world around us just fall apart.
Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart.
And we can build this dream together,
Standing strong forever.
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other.
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.
Now that's a song about life and love. Pay attention musical acts, because you're going to have to try harder in 2016. The past has set a pretty high bar.
I'm not a big music person. Most of my cd collection is soundtracks, and I don't really care for live music. I can count the bands I've seen in person on one hand — Pink Floyd, Drivin' N Cryin', Living Colour, and They Might Be Giants. Now I have one for the thumb: last night I went to Atlanta's Aaron's Lakewood Ampitheatre to see Pentatonix.
I've enjoyed Pentatonix since they won NBC's The Sing-Off in 2011. I can't believe that a five-member a capella group can generate so much sound. Now I've seen them in person, and I still can't believe it.
Technically, Kelly Clarkston was the headliner. It's a testament to Clarkston's talent that a big crowd turned out to see her performance despite the terrible weather. I'd like to say that her set blew me away, but I didn't stick around to hear it. As I said, I'm not really a big music person.
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Look at the present I received this week:
Of course, 96 Rock has been off the air for nearly a decade. The channel that became Project 9-6-1 is now Power 96.1, a "top 40" format. It is no longer programmed into my car radio, but it will soon appear on my car bumper again.
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In the days before the Internet, it was a rare event to find someone who carried a mental inventory of the same childhood television experiences that you did. For years I tested potential friends by their remembered knowledge of 80s cartoons like the Bionic Six or M.A.S.K.. Like going to war together, the shared cherished memory of obscure cartoons could create an instant bond that was easily built into a friendship opportunity.
For example, while working at Chili's in the mid-1990s, my relationship with one of the other waiters was based entirely on our shared appreciation for Thundarr the Barbarian, a Saturday morning cartoon that ran for only 2 seasons starting in 1980. In addition to being twice my height and weight, he was a homosexual who really enjoyed recreational cocaine and alcohol use. It was so uncommon to find other people who remembered Thundarr (and his Chewbacca-inspired pal, Ookla the Mok), that the memory of the series alone was enough to create a kinship despite our differences.
Of course, these days, Wikipedia and YouTube can provide a quick primer for these sort of things so it's no longer so rare to find someone who remembers short-lived cartoons like Rubik, the Amazing Cube or Turbo Teen. Still, such a mention in pop culture is always sure to get me to pay attention.
Last week, I was playing pinball at a friend's house. (We used to go to video arcades to play those games, but now that arcades have gone the way of automats, we buy the machines and keep them in our houses.) Between the electronic screeches, I overheard an argument between my friend and his woman over the piece of music was played by a children's toy they had found. My friend claimed it was classical music; she insisted that it was playing the theme song from the mid-80s Inspector Gadget cartoon.
Naturally, I remembered the Inspector Gadget theme and was pretty sure that it was not the music played by the toy. Twenty years ago, I probably would have jumped into that conversation with both feet, but instead I waited until I was home alone to ask Wikipedia and YouTube to settle the issue. Oh, how the times have changed! Thank you, Internet?
For the record, the piece of music played by the toy was In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg. That music inspired Inspector Gadget Theme by Shuki Levy (who also wrote the theme to M.A.S.K.!), but they aren't quite the same piece.
Each new year is just another step on the journey of life. Take a moment today to refresh your commitment that even as that wheel in the sky keeps on turning, you'll continue to be good to yourself.
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard.
Their shadows searching in the night.
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion.
Hiding, somewhere in the night.
Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill.
Payin' anything to roll the dice, just one more time.
Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues.
Oh, the movie never ends.
It goes on and on and on and on.
Don't stop believin'.
Hold on to the feelin',
Any way you want it, that's the way you need it in 2013.
As I mentioned yesterday, I made it through 2011 alive. As bad as 2011 was financially, physically, emotionally, it's impossible not to feel optimistic and hopeful about 2012. Even if only because the world might end this year.
To quote the lesson taught by another famous survivor:
Rising up, back on the street.
Did my time, took my chances.
Went the distance
now I'm back on my feet.
Just a man and his will to survive.
So many times, it happens too fast.
You trade your passion for glory.
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past;
you must fight just to keep them alive.
Wisdom of the ancients, indeed. If 2011 taught us anything, it's that we should hang tough and stay hungry. And always keep at least one eye on the tiger.
On October 12, 2011, blog commenter "Randy" -- if that is his real name -- criticized a comic strip about the improbability of talking dogs flipping coins. Today, guest blogger Scooby-Doo will make an editorial response. Take it away, Scooby.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You?
We got a coin for you now.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You?
You got a gripe to make now.
Come on, Scooby-Doo, I see you
pretending you got a quarter.
But you're not fooling me, 'cause I can see
you've got no thumbs to flip her!
You know we got a mystery to solve,
So, Scooby-Doo, stop puttin' on that act.
Hold it back!
And, Scooby-Doo, if you come through
you're going to land a recording contract!
That's a fact!
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, here are you.
You're rockin' and you're rollin'.
If we can count on you, Scooby-Doo,
I know we'll all be chillin'.
I think that answers that question. This has been "Scooby-Doo: A Critical Response in Song." Thank you.
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Damn it's cold out this new year! Record breaking temperatures, snow on Christmas Day: curse you Al Gore and your The Day After Tomorrow! What lesson should we learn from this drastic weather shift? Should we turn our back on the pollution-producing ways of our forefathers? Should we continue to grasp at the fool's promise of experimental green technology?
When the familiar becomes unfamiliar, perhaps you need a foreigner to show you the way:
You're as cold as ice.
You're willing to sacrifice our love.
You never take advice.
Someday you'll pay the price.
I've seen it all before.
It happens all the time.
You're closing the door, you leave the world behind.
You're digging for gold, yet throwing away
a fortune in feelings.
But someday you'll pay.
Oh, that explains everything. Thank you, voice of reason. I think we all feel much better now.
The end is near! When I revised the Wriphe.com blog from an all-Flash format in 2002, I created gifs for the dates for the blog through 2010. That means that today begins the final year for the original date graphics of Wriphe.com before new dates must be created for the blog for 2011. Think of this coming crisis as the WRIPHE2K11 bug, which I assure you is every bit as dire in consequence as the pending end of the Mayan calendar though with a much worse agent. (As of yet, I have no movie deal.)
Facing such a potentially disastrous future, I think it may help sooth those fraying nerves with some encouraging words by the immortal David Coverdale:
I don't know where I'm going,
but I sure know where I've been.
Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
And I've made up my mind.
I ain't wasting no more time.
Here I go again, here I go again.
Though I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I'm looking for.
Oh, Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on.
Cause I know what it means
to walk along the lonely street of dreams.
Here I go again on my own,
going down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
I've made up my mind.
I ain't wasting no more time.
As we all face uncertain future, let us waste no more time hanging on the empty promises in songs of yesterday and move on with our lives. Truly words to live by.
As I did last year, let me begin this year with a poem. Though written in 1986 (the year of Vice City!) by a future actor and professional football team owner, I believe that it speaks to a truth that holds relevance even in this day of economic and political uncertainty.
Once upon a time, not so long ago:
Tommy used to work on the docks.
Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck.
Its tough, so tough.
Gina works the diner all day.
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love, for love.
She says, "we've got to hold on to what we've got,
'cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other, and that's a lot for love.
We'll give it a shot.
"We're half way there.
Livin' on a prayer.
Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear.
Livin' on a prayer."
Yes, as true today as it once was. Remember, These Days, when that Lost Highway through the New Jersey of life becomes Slippery When Wet and you're a Bounce away from either a Crush against the frying pan or a fall into the 7800° Fahrenheit fire, it's more important than ever to Keep The Faith. Now go out there and Have a Nice Day.