Life

Lyrical Meandering

  • by Drew

So I got caught up in my Beyonce hate, and really, I don’t like her at all, but I forgot the important thing about lyric sites… the comments. If you can stomach actually reading something Beyonce has sung, more power to you. I enjoy seeing how they write out all the oooohing and ahhing and dibble-dee-doo and other vocal gymastic nonsense that Billboard just loves to numerically catalogue these days. One man’s jibber jabber is another man’s onomatopoeia.

Seriously, though. Wave your arms to clear the air of the scent of versace perfumes, armagnac, and that “new Adidas smell” and read what the kids have to say about the poetry of Beyonce. I mean, they fight. Not just verbal sparring, but they threaten and attack one another. All it takes is one “Beyonce sucks” post to get the masses in an uproar and start the violence a-flying.

One emo kid on an aging laptop in a Idaho basement can rile thousands of acolytes into a Koresh style act of commenting retribution. The future is here and it is bleak. It is also trite and exceptionally cliche.

And woo woo woo, why can’t you-ooo-oo-oo-oooooo…just understa-haa-hand me-ee-eeya.

 

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Pulse of a Generation

  • by Drew

Want a glimpse into contemporary American cultural viability? I invite you to visit any lyrics website on the Web that allows for comments. Search on something juicy like “meaningful Beyonce lyrics.” Now, stop chuckling. Of COURSE Beyonce’s lyrics are meanignful. Deeply spiritual and meaningful. Life changing in fact.

Hah! Didn’t think I could write that with a straight face, did you?

Sure, any semi-intelligent, upright-walking mammal SHOULD be able to sniff out the general thematic leanings of Beyonce’s art. And if you like it you can put scott kay bands all over it. For reals.

If you are attractive and wealthy and willing to expose your lust/affection/erectile dysfunction/Daddy-Daughter issues to me by disposing of a significant portion of your wealth in the service/adoration of me, I will sleep with you as part of a good Christian girl’s courting ritual.

How you know she’s a hypocrite? Look who she married. He may be absurdly wealthy (and who knows about the dysfunction thing – but there are pills for that) but attractive?

PS Blog

NYCC12 Part Two

  • by Drew

It’s New York Comic Con 2012. Going on right now through Sunday at Javits. Ohhhhhhhhh yeah!

Life

The Search Is On

  • by Drew

Some people spend their time on the Interwebs searching for nutritional information or dirty pictures. Me, I spend my time looking up the bibliographies of Comic creators. Can you guess why? Mostly because I want to find out if I have adequate goodies for signing by those very same creators when we meet up in the real world. So your query might be “panty mice” or “low carb tuna casserole” or “accountant raleigh,” but mine is “Howard Chaykin Black Kiss” or “Klaus Janson Inks.”

Excelsior!

Life

Cosplay

  • by Drew

I find cosplay particularly interesting. If you don’t know what that is, I forgive you. While not a new concept in and of itself, the term has really only flowered in the last few years. It’s a sort of butchered compound word – Costume Play. Something like that. And while it may sound a little kinky, that’s not it. At least, kinky is only an aspect. Cosplay is what you call it (nowadays) when people dress up as characters from movies or comics or video games or young adult novels and go to public events like, oh I don’t know… NYCC12. So slap on the ol’ raypak and wig, we got some superhero/Hunger Games/Mario Bros./Walking Dead fun to get on with.

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NYCC12

  • by Drew

Look at the title of this post. Is it meaningful to you? Give it a moment. It may not just spring to mind… and that’s okay. But really, it shouldn’t take too long. It’s something I’m ridiculously excited about. It’s happening now and through the weekend. Got it yet?

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