Way Back In The Weekend
Today’s Brew: various and sundry Blue Moon products. Julie brings them to me, and I drink them. That’s how things work around here.
A movie remake.
A hairband reunion
A Rod Stewart impersonator
These are the things that happened in my weekend.
Evil Dead is the movie in question. Julie and I have not gone to see it yet, but it’s just the latest in the long line of movie remakes that Hollywood churns out. I’m still bitter about Footloose. It doesn’t even make sense in modern day, and I refuse to see the new one. If they touch Dirty Dancing, so help me God…
I didn’t go to the hairband reunion, either. It was a local band that reunites every so often for charity shows. I can’t save the whole world, you know? They’re not doing anything new, and I don’t have the need to relive my glory days. I am of the firm belief the best is yet to come.
Sure, we should be inspired by the past, but we shouldn’t keep repeating it.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. – George Santayana
So many people have things to say. Things. If you came to read this from the Twitter box, chances are you’re an aspiring writer desperate to have your voice HEARD. It’s been beaten into your head that you need to have a new, fresh take on your story (in addition to many other factors, some intangible. It’s like picking winning lottery numbers) to even have a chance to catch the eye of an agent. But then Hollywood and the powers that be in the Music World keep pumping money at recycled, tired ideas.
It’s enough to make you want to rip your hair out.
In California, all the old hair band guys are now in tribute bands. Why? Old hair band guys need to eat, and tribute bands pay. Trashing hotel rooms and banging hot groupies is certainly a good time, but it looks lousy on a resume. And neck tats look lousy with a suit and tie.
Enter Rod Stewart. Or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Fake Rod is actually pretty talented. Rumor has it at one point he was in a band with Carmine Appice from Vanilla Fudge. He teaches high school music classes during the week. But at night he pretends to be an old Scottish rocker. I have to wonder what he could achieve if he wasn’t entertaining dancing grandmas at Chinese restaurants in suburbia.
And may you grow to be proud
Dignified and true
And do unto others
As you’d have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you’ll always stay
Forever young, forever young–Rod Stewart, “Forever Young”
Sunday the nice weather made me feel restless so I googled things to do in Massachusetts and discovered the Worcester Art Museum. I didn’t even know this place existed! They had an amazing politically inspired 1960’s installation. The 60’s are my favorite decade because there was so much forward progress. So much bravery in the face of uncertainty. So much amazing art and music. They also have permanent collections of many ancient artifacts from China, India, Columbia, and Rome. I love museums because the art inspires me to create new things and shows me boundaries to crash my way through.
All good movies, music, and art should do just that–give us a jumping board to move forward and create our own greatness.