The 90’s, it’s a feeling that I’m missing.

Dig deep enough on the net and you’ll find a plethora of 90’s crap you can watch that’ll not only make you want to be a kid again but also remind you how awesome a decade it was. Now I don’t want to be one of those people writing yet another post about the 90’s and then listing shit from the 90’s, which covers basically, everything from fashion, to music, to toys to Saturday morning cartoons.

It’s been done and we don’t need another f-ing post about it. If you break it down a lot of the time people don’t remember the cartoons or particular episodes per se. Primarily because they were too young, and secondly, because there was just too much stimuli for them and by them I mean myself included and by myself I mean most Gen Y / X’s.

What was I saying…

Oh yeah, there was just too much stimuli so the details were the things that were really hard to come by so when we go back to watch an episode of Talespin, Rupert Bear or You Can’t do that on Television you end up realizing how shit the show really was. In fact what you actually remembered was just the intro song. I’m not f-ing with you, that is really all you remember. Why do you think on youtube the majority of the hits are not on the uploads of the episodes but on the intro song clips.  Anyway if you look you’ll see I’ve already succumbed to the listing of 90’s memories so lets break it off here and begin my post proper. Actually one last thing, it’s ironic how most of the cherished Saturday morning cartoons were from the late 70’s and 80’s but were re-dubbed and re-casted for an ever growing audience of 90’s kids.

Okay so…actually one last thing, I promise. The reason why a lot of these movie remakes fail is because they commit the cardinal sin of not marketing the concept with the one thing the kids remember – the intro! If the first piece of marketing for the film were a trailer, which was essentially a live action version of the intro song, I can assure you that film would find it’s original audience and then some within a matter of minutes.

All right let’s begin.

My idea of the 90’s rests upon a feeling, a feeling that came about from a decade that was doing it’s darndest to shake off the hard lines of the 80’s, whilst putting the breaks on an approaching technological age of the 00’s. It’s sort of the middle child that for most of its adolescent life was ignored by the parents and then went on to become the coolest and most successful of the three children. It had hidden qualities that only became apparent when we put is side by side the crap of both it’s younger and older sibling decades. This might have been because of the climate of the time, there was no great war or depression, sure there was the Gulf but it wasn’t of the magnitude or spenditure of Afghanistan. And the economy may have faulted but not to the heights of the fall of the 80’s. But once again I keep coming back to this feeling, people seemed happier, the horizon of peak oil, drought and over population hadn’t sunk into the public zeitgeist.

It was this decade of limbo, which to me represented freedom that could not be re emulated, a decade where the world shifted from Modernity into the Post Modern age.

Yes I stole that last line from Wikipedia but I think it sums up the 90’s pretty well.

Yet for some reason I keep chasing this feeling, I know it will never come back, I know it was lost at the stroke of midnight when we ticked over to 2000 and Brenden Fevola kicked 12 goals in his first match for Carlton at a bizarre NYE Millenium football match.  But a few years ago I found it again, it may have been only for a few hours but the feeling was there. It was at a house party, and one of the best I’ve attended in a while. Imagine well over 100 kids crammed into a tiny house, it’s backyard and it’s front street decked out in everything that abides by the party theme – the ninties. For those few hours, most of us between the ages of 24 – 26 were 10 again. It wasn’t that one person was dressed as a gameboy and another person was dressed as a policeman from police academy, of course they were but it was that those very people brought with them the spirit of the 90’s.

I think that’s what’s missing now, a spirit, a sense of fun, even the colours were more basic then, if they were bright you were in. No internet, no mobiles, no cable…well at least not in Australia for a while. The time at the shopping centre was truly spent hanging and video arcades actually had people in them. But if I had to lower this post down to the level of recalling some sort of media from the decade it would be the almost acid jazz pre garage / dance sounds of a band called Crystal Waters.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQX2q6WCrbE

This song, it’s music video and it’s general air encapsulate everything that was great about the 90’s. Simply put it is the anthem. Okay maybe that’s a tad sudden and there are scores of people who would argue that Nirvana’s Smells like teen spirit is the anthem of the 90’s but really can that song almost bring back the spirit, and when I say almost I mean that any other 90’s song may be great to listen to but doesn’t have, to use a Jerry Maguire term – “The Quan”

Nirvana’s legacy was in the utter submersion in the humility of their craft, something that was lost in the 2000’s amongst a hail of talentless blingmesiters regurgitating through an a vocoder tube.

Well I’m running out of ways to express this feeling that doesn’t exist anymore, if you want to watch 90’s crap type it into the internet and knock yourself out but I can assure you it will only fill the void momentarily, once that video or song is over you are back in 2010 and realizing that we have a lot of work to do to make this planet a better place. Good times exchanged for fake times, noise that resembles music without a clear sound and Saturday morning cartoons that barely have an entertaining bone in their animated bodies.

Well that’s it, I was going to announce my first comment but for some reason I have a sneaking suspicion that it could be spam.
Watch this space.

 

God, the Vatican and solid gold houses.

Man, how many f-ing blog posts do we have to read detailing and questioning the existence of God – 12,456 to be exact, I checked. But seriously I thought I’d give it a shot because you’re just not a blogger if you don’t write some post about the coming of existence and so on and so forth.

Before we go into that I’m going to talk about the AFL Grand Final, for those of you who don’t live in Australia the easiest way I can sum it up is as follows. It’s like Australia’s version of the Super Bowl, a yearly championship deciding the best team for the season. Now unlike every other sport in the world when the AFL Grand Final ends in a draw, the game has to be played again the next week, I kid you not! No overtime, no extra time, no golden goal, no silver goal, no penalty shootout. Just another game, literally called Grand Final number 2. What’s so incredible about the event is that it’s only occurred three times in the games 150 year history. What makes it even more incredible  (double incredible) is that we get to do Grand Final week all over again, not to mention the day itself, which essentially runs into the night as the city of Melbourne just becomes one big party. You start off with a drink in the morning, watch all the pre game analysis, go to a barbeque in the afternoon to watch the match, hopefully at a place close to the MCG where the game is played, and then finally kick off into the night to keep your buzz going.

If you want to know how big this event is I’ll give you this little tid-bit, it’s currently the most attended sporting club championship in the world.

Okay it’s now understood that I love my city, what I don’t understand is why the Roman Catholic church choose to station their headquarters in a giant gold plated building. Wait a minute is it really gold plated? Well I’ve been there, walked around, had to wear pants to get inside as they do not allow shorts and I can honestly say yes, there is a lot of gold littered within the building, not of the level of Chester J Lampwick but still it’s there.

I think the easiest way to approach this argument is to break down the idea of Christianity, what the building represents and why it looks the way it does. First up if you are like me and went to a Jesuit school you were most likely force fed the bible and at least some of it’s messages and stories over your eight to ten year tenure. One thing you realize quite early on is that what Jesus represents is a voice of reason and humility in a time of great chaos. He walks with no shoes, he lives the life of a carpenter, quite possibly the most grounded vocation in the world. Literally he is working with his hands with something that is of this earth – wood. But if we skip forward to the present day the pinnacle symbol of this religion now is the Vatican.

The Vatican represents or at least to the people who live and worship there, the greatest physical and spiritual symbol of what Christianity is today. Yet I still don’t understand the rational. Why on earth are the gentlemen most studied in everything that is God and the bible and its teachings living like someone Jesus preached against back in his day. To me it seems like the most glaring act of hypocrisy you could commit. Just say one of the higher up Cardinals holds a service, he begins his readings and then gets to the Homily gas bagging about how Jesus was such a humble dude, how he needn’t nothing of the material world because he was so in tune with the holy spirit and the fire that burns within each man. He would hang with the sick and the poor and his only form of labour was the work he did with his hands, he didn’t judge but based every human on their own merits knowing full well that every human is remain just that – a human.

Now why on earth should I listen to the badly disguised teachings of a Cardinal, whose fraternity doesn’t practice what they preach? If he and his brethren are so in tune with the holy spirit, why is their headquarters one of the most lavish palaces in the world? Why is he holding a scepter with a cross on it covered in gold leaf and diamonds? Why is he dressed in whiter than white robes with gold stitching and why oh f-ing why should I donate to him when he blatantly denies the child abuse problem that is rife within the church.

I think somewhere along the way things got seriously mixed up, in terms of the message, Jesus’ true identity, what actually happened and what that means for us today. Let’s dig a little deeper and see if we can find some coherence in my ramblings.

1)    Our knowledge of God/Jesus is only what we’ve been told by these guys and the bible. To be honest do you really think we’re getting the whole story from the padres? Hell no! To be honest I don’t even think they know the whole story, you know why? Because it f –ing happened over 2000 years ago and I can be pretty sure that records back then were sketchy at best. Yet we’re suppose to believe that these guys have all the answers, even though it’s evident some of the biggest secrets of our time are being held in that palace of theirs.

2)    Was his name really Jesus? It goes back to the first question. For me I believe in a God, I believe he has power over this planet, it’s people and the universe in general. But I don’t believe he had the name Jesus and I don’t believe Christianity today is what he indented back then. Who knows? It may not even been called Christianity? But we’re being told it was by six different accounts, written six different ways by people who weren’t even there.

3)    If the message is wrong then really what is left is just one man, or being or entity or spiritual consciousness that believed in the evolution of man into something that could progress beyond our primitive means into something spiritually fulfilling.

My idea of God is honestly this, maybe without the suit.

Something bordering on formlessness, something that has the power but only takes on a form because it’s the sole way us humans can ingest him.  By the way the picture is from a graphic novel called Last Man Standing which is yet to be released but looks like it’s going to be a pearler.

There is a power out there, no doubt, there are just way too many mysteries to life that can be concluded as coincidence. Yet the irony of the message was that “the power” was not the answer, or the message at all.  But it’s exactly this exalted position that priests and popes and clergyman use to send out their message to the masses.

The power of his rhetoric, if the bible is at all real or true was of someone who really had ultimate power but refused to use it because there in lied the ultimate test of his said power.

It’s hard to explain and I’m definitely not smart enough to articulate it within the confines of a blog post but I just feel that as time passes the message gets more skewed, the fraternity gets more corrupt, the power becomes absolute and actions become non existent.

God or Jim or Tony or Valerie is a consciousness that keeps this universe in harmony, it’s so beyond you me or a pope that it’s almost an insult to try an explain it via a few simple rules that we think he may or may have not spoken to some people who may or may have not been there and then materialize it into a palace that represents his message when clearly it does not.

Yes I’m aware of the irony of me trying to explain God or at least some of him in a blog post.

Come to think of it, this topic really came about when a few years ago I saw a psychic, she told me that I have to talk to God again. Although she didn’t believe in him she said I had to open up the dialogue channels once more. So I did, and I still do, but like I’ve been saying, I’m definitely not doing it the Christian way.

Well that’s me, call me crazy, actually someone already did.

Leave a message or don’t but I am now aware that peoples are actually reading this so soon enough I’m bound to find the person I piss off enough into a written response.

Till next time.

The exact moment humanity jumped the shark.

Here’s a clue, it happened this week. But before I go into the topic of the day I must apologize for my absence over the past two weeks. First of all I’m aware of the irony of the apology considering that nobody actually reads this blog but incase someone does stumble upon it while searching for pornography or whatever; to them I am truly sorry. Now go on your way and find something that has the title “tube” or “xxx” in the web address.

The reason for my absence, well finally I’m making some decent headway with my feature film, enough said.

Now back to the shark, this week saw what I will consider probably the lowest stupidest point in human existence. I’m not including war, economic downfall or a natural disaster, they happen on mass scale and usually are the dumb result of many intelligent people not agreeing on something. Now this was far simpler, far stupider and far more useless in terms of its message and the amount of attention received. Yet to understand the idiocy of the act in question which I promise I will reveal soon, we must take a trip into the term “Jump the shark”.

I’m guessing the one guy/girl who reads this blog is aware that the term JTS (I’m going to a abbreviate because I just got home from the factory, I’m tired, still have to go to the gym and generally can’t be f-ed writing out the phrase more than twice.) Essentially it means the moment when something has reached it’s peak and from then on in everything else is of lesser quality and diminishing on a sliding scale, at what speed that’s up to the people in control. But the term specifically points to that moment when “Fonzie” off “Happy Days” jumped the shark on the water skis. According to one avid viwer of the show who actually coined the term, personally for him that is when the show went to shit. Conversely if you speak to the shows creator, or maybe just read what he has to say. His view of the times back then were that a show that went for a further five seasons after jumping the shark couldn’t have possibly reached it’s peak at that seminal moment.

Myself? When I first heard the term I thought he jumped a shark tank on his motorbike so he could get across to Al’s diner and get himself a burger.

But who f-ing knows to be honest, I’m way too young for “Happy Days” but I’m not too young to know when an idiot tries to claim a moment at some redundant music awards as something of a human turning point when in actual fact that said person really is only trying to outdo themselves because the past two years have been one useless visual statement after the other.

Have you guessed who I’m talking about? Probably, it’s in the picture.

LADY F – ING GAGA!!!

And what exactly did she do to force humanity to jump it’s own proverbial shark? She wore a f-ing dress made out of f-ing meat! And then had the nerve to articulate the abomination into something of a message for human kind. Now I’m a Buddhist, although by the rants and raves on this blog you would be excused into thinking I’m more of a Westboro Baptist. I’m also a vegetarian, well at least to the best that my will allows, yet none of my gripes with Gaga and her dress have anything to do with animal rights or…or…well I can’t think of anything that correlates between her dress and my eastern beliefs but I’ll find something.

No, my main contention with her choice of garment was that she felt that it was a message, a message for the betterment of humankind. Actually maybe it’s best I paste her quote up so we can deconstruct it and maybe find the nugget of coherence within.

“If we don’t stand up for what we believe in and if we don’t fight for our rights, pretty soon we’re going to have as much rights as the meat on our own bones. And I am not a piece of meat.”

I not a dumb guy, and I’m not ludicrously intelligent either but I’ve gone over that quote literally hundreds of times to find any sort of basic rational to it and all I can say is this –

“I have no f-ing idea what the hell she’s talking about”

Personally I find it a pretty thin veiled excuse/reason to wear something for just pure shock value. To me it’s pretty obvious that she wore a dress made out of f-ing meat because the perpetual shockmesiter is running out of f-ing ideas. When you set the bar so high early in your career in regards to costume and appearance, it’s believed the ceiling will be reached rather quickly. And in all but two years I think Gaga has reached it. What can be more shocking than wearing a dress made of meat, the only thing I can think of is wearing a soiled tampon on your head. But then again she may use that as a way to define women’s liberation and how they are no longer prisoners to the female period and it’s sub textual message of forced childbirth pressed upon the 21^st century woman.

This is not only the point where humanity jumped the shark but Gaga herself. Humanity because we wasted our time giving this any notice whatsoever. And then gave her the bloody forum to justify it as a message of some sort. You want human rights?  Then travel to one of the poverty ridden war stricken countries in the African continent and fight for people who actually don’t have any. I’m not saying you have to, I’m saying that if your going to pass off a meat dress as a message, then you better back it up with some action because to be honest that dress has not helped one f-ing soul on this planet.

The more I think about it the more trivial the moment becomes when she revealed the dress and the angrier I get. Every moment on this planet should be undertaken in regards to how it will evolve us spiritually and mentally. Take away the animal rights and what I saw with this arrangement of meat is a human race lost, a human race who prefers to dedicate time to the idiocy of someone trying to stay relevant through any desperate means possible, rather than explore the outer reaches of the human spirit that could propel us to somewhere and something great.

But why bother because we ask to be bombarded with this shit, nothing surprises us anymore and we believe our own lives to be so dull that we must live vicariously through the outrageous actions of someone else. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but hey who wants to change, we’ve jumped the shark, we’ve watched someone wear a meat dress and hence witnessed the greatest most profound insightful prose and symbolic imagery that a human being has to offer.

Maybe I‘m being a tad dramatic.

For all of you who are reading this and I suspect that’s nobody, this has nothing to do with Gaga as a person. I couldn’t give a shit what she does in terms of music or what she wears 99% percent of the time. But when you blatantly wear something for shock value and pass it off as profound rhetoric then I got to say something. We are now dumber for giving the dress airtime; I am now dumber for writing an entire blog post on it. And the people are now dumber for wasting good, delicious cuts of meat in the name of fashion.

So that’s it, welcome back to all those who took a break from reading this, if you have a comment, love Lady Gaga and think I was way too harsh let me have it. I don’t care if you abuse me for the entire comment, just comment because I have none.

Seeeeya laterrrrr.

Zen and slow motion beer commercials.

I’ve just finished reading a book this week scribed by none other than Legendary NBA coach Phil Jackson, entitled, Sacred Hoops: Spiritual Lessons of a Hardwood Warrior.

Needless to say this book, like most, (I’m easily pleased) knocked me for six. It’s not long, and it’s not super detailed in terms of his NBA experiences but it does weave a few simple themes that demonstrate the power of higher and collective consciousness and how he has used these key elements to take both the Bulls and the Lakers to consecutive championships.

Now I will get back to this topic later in the post but first up I have to expel some rage in the direction of a new trend that still seems to be getting worse and worse. To most of you who actually read this thing it will seem very innocuous but as someone who’s directed TV commercials before it’s very apparent. This week I saw for the first time the new Carlton Draught ad. Now Carlton is basically the standard beer served at nearly every pub in this country sans Queensland. They drink XXXX which tastes like cardboard and…and well that’s all I’ve got. Now there is absolutely nothing wrong with Carlton, but at the same time if there is an alternative beer and you have the spare coin, you’re gonna go for that 9 out of 10. What sets Carlton apart from most beers in our country are their commercials; simply put they are quite clever, usually funny or just plain well done. Unfortunately their latest one –

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtCU43MteYY

has just succumbed to the trend of hyper slow motion. But before I get into why this commercial pisses me off I’ll briefly explain why slow motion pisses me off.

IT”S F- ING LAZY!

To me when I first saw the use of these Phantom cameras capturing something at 1000 frames per second I was impressed, the detail, the nuance, the movement the simplicity of it all. Now it seems that every half-baked creative at an ad agency and every lazy spot director at a production company has at least one of these ads on his reel. Not to mention also that we can’t go a month without seeing a new incarnation of variable frame rate,  which funnily enough just looks the f-ing same as the last variable frame rated commercial that was on TV.

Basically it shows a lack of effort and a lack of understanding, it’s a cheap trick that has worn out it’s welcome. There is no skill in sticking a camera in front of some people and making them do stupid shit. Now I do understand that the advertisement I’ve linked above is a piss take of the very thing I’m talking about. They too obviously felt the same way about this over use of slow mo but instead of a taking a real stand and doing something completely opposite – they do the same thing! Once again demonstrating how lazy they are.

“You know we could come up with something completely original, something that signals the death of slow motion commercials… I know why don’t we do a slow motion commercial but we make of us doing a slow motion commercial!” I’m a genius, just like that cool guy from Mad Men.

Man I seriously don’t f –ing get it, I just don’t. You’ve just fallen into the same trap but instead put a different sticker on the same box that’s been doing the rounds for the past 18 months.

Hey here’s an idea why don’t you do a commercial in hyper fast motion, so fast that you don’t even see it! That way we’ll never see it!

Anyway I think I’ve made my point, actually the rant sort of goes against what I want to talk about next. Take yourself back, back to the early 90’s, Soccer was popular but Basketball was the king. Mainly because you had MJ plastered on every billboard in every basketball-playing city in the world, and rightly so the guy was a legend. Although this popularity only lasted roughly 7 – 8 years it’s looked upon with intense fondness by most late Gen Y’s and early X’s. Just get my mates and I around a table and we could rattle off hundreds and hundreds of names, granted most of them were learnt from NBA Jam, but still!

This should go a little way to explaining the phenomena if you weren’t around back then.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0AGiq9j_Ak

Now what got me most about this book is how he described his team as a unit, and I’m not talking about the usual bullshit – there is no “I” in team spiel. I’m talking about a collective consciousness and harmony that he instilled via zen meditation and Native American teachings that garnered him no less than 9 championships. It’s about being in -tune with one another, while he stayed invisible knowing that these men needed not control, but jut a gentle guide.

What interests me is that his philosophy has huge parallels to the human race, this planet and our spiritual evolution. Us like Phil should stay invisible when it comes to this planet, we siphon too much of it’s resources and in return expect it to perform for us at it’s peak level. As a race we don’t work in harmony at all, like his players represented the Bulls and Lakers, we humans represent this planet. And as representatives when it comes to winning championships, we haven’t won any. We are not a cohesive unit, we don’t work together, hell we really have no idea what the guy next to us is all about. Our collective consciousness doesn’t exist hence we have no real connection to each other, and why no harmony.

And that’s why we haven’t moved forward in the past fifteen years, we haven’t matured in any sort of way and spiritually, we are a dead planet. Why? Because everyman thinks he can do it on his own. Bizarrely enough it wasn’t until Phil convinced MJ that he didn’t have to win the games on his own that the Bulls started winning championships. When you give to the other player and offer him your trust, you give him confidence to reach for the stars. When Jordan started including the team and team became one.

Well we have lost confidence in each other and hence in the league that is the universe, the team of Earth is the equivalent of the LA Clippers.

Like usual comment if your cool…wait a minute, comment if like me you’re desperate for a comment.

Until next post.

What happened to that wasted talent?

We all have one of those friends, or acquaintances or dude or dudette we have only met once that has a talent, or knack or is just hardwired for something so perfectly that it almost makes you sick to your stomach. So sick that you become in awe of this person and the relative ease at which they apply their craft time and time again. In most instances this person is not even aware of how they are doing it and in most instances this person can do what they do better than anyone else whilst high, drunk or carrying a serious injury.

These people are the naturals, or what I like to call “Mozart” syndrome. If you’ve ever seen the film Amadeus and remember the one-way rivalry directed at young Mozart from a jealous Salieri then you’ll know what I’m on about. If not click this link, it pretty much speaks for itself – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ciFTP_KRy4

Now whether or not this was a true chronicling of their relationship is beside the point, it displays clearly how some people can just turn it on while others toil hard and still produce mediocre results. Actually there is a quote in a Roger Ebert review of the film which sums up Mozart and his approach and knack for composing in one clean sentence.

“True geniuses rarely take their own work seriously, because it comes so easily for them”

But it’s also because of this reason that a lot of these people who possess this God given talent don’t further nurture it or follow it to it’s farthest extent. There is an argument by author Malcolm Gladwell that argues that this talent doesn’t come naturally but through a dedication of hardwork spanning roughly 10,000 hours. He sites examples in his book “Outliers” including that of Mozart, stating that he didn’t actually compose anything of true greatness until he reached his late teens. I like to agree with this theory, it bodes well for the notion of hardwork = success formula. Break it down to it’s basic common principal ,and you simply become good at something because you practice it over and over and over again.

This comes back to those people who are naturals, they love their craft so much that it becomes the only focus of their life, hence the practice feels nothing more than repetitive undertakings of the craft they love so dearly and their skill in it is merely a by product. But what about those people who are just f-ing naturals, you can’t deny those ones, and they are usually the kids who kick ass at sport that I’m talking about. We’ve seen them, the kid who picks up a football and can already kick thirty metres, the kid who picks up a tennis racquet and has no trouble hitting the lines Roger Federer styles. The kid who picks up a f-ing guitar and can already play stairway to heaven.

They exist and they are out there, and to use a John Mayer term those are the people that are just “Wired” to perform a specific task. It’s in their genetic make up and for them it’s no harder than tying up their shoe.

So for this entry in particular I decided to focus on two people, Demetrius “Hook” Mitchell and Dogtown skateboarder Jay Adams. Two prime examples of gents with talent to burn but never really got a shot or took their shot at the big time because they were missing that guiding hand.

Maybe it was a stern father or maybe just a loyal friend, but both had the talent and the world at their feet and both unfortunately ended up in jail. Below I’ll link clips to both characters that explain their journey and how and why they ended up where they did.

I’m sorry this is such a short entry, for some reason I was convinced this topic had legs but to be honest I think the links below outline what I’m trying to say, in a fashion twice as articulate with the added bonus of pictures and footage. I will go on and say this, maybe it’s the reckless abandon in which they treat their gift that makes people jealous, well at least at the time when they aren’t in jail. It’s the idea that something that means so much to someone can mean so little to someone else yet he is the one creating the product by which you measure your own. Maybe it gives off an air of disrespect for the craft, but then again a surplus of respect and seriousness is what blocks the sub conscious from truly tapping into your own genius.

Remember my topic about getting laid by turning off the conscious and letting your sub conscious do the work for you? Remember that? Of course not, because no one reads this f –ing blog.

Anyway that’s it for me, it’s late, I’m tired and I have work tomorrow.

But feel free to comment, because as the weeks pass, and the comments box remains empty, then the prize compounds in size! First comment receives a…

Jay Adams – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdnytjEuGZA

“Hook” Mitchell – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEwnZ-Yxw4U

Fanboys and Indie laughers.

On Sunday I had the pleasure of seeing two films at the Melbourne International Film Festival or MIFF for short. It’s a great festival and in terms of volume and sheer variety of films on offer nothing beats in this country. It’s one of those winter institutions that every year you find yourself on a weekend afternoon in the city lining up to see something you pray to God/Buddha is worth lining up for.

The first film was one that I’ve been trying to see for a while now, entitled “Waking Sleeping Beauty.” Essentially this film was a documentary chronicling the rise of Disney’s animation department from the mid 80’s to mid 90’s. On the brink of closure it provides us with a insight into how a few guys including Roy Disney, turned the fledgling studio around in a matter of years to become something of a annual phenomenon. Now during this film I had a chance to look around the audience and to my surprise and pleasure I noticed that most if not all the people seated were late Gen Y’s or Gen X’s. This was the stuff we grew up on, Aladdin, Lion King, Beauty & the Beast, Little Mermaid, Toy Story.

Noticeably there was a collective point in the film when the lyricist for the Little Mermaid; the late Howard Ashman talks us through the first beats and notes of “Under the Sea” I could of sworn that everyone in the audience was smiling as those first few chimes rang in as he described the procession of characters. “First we have Sebastian and he’s conducting, then we bring in the clams and the sea horses, and then we begin the singing.” Literally in that moment I and everyone else in that room was 10 again.

Go on I dare you, listen to the first few bars and not get nostalgic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzrIBut8Fo8

It was great to see how a group of rag tags guys and a few suits worked together to create some of the most precious memories of our childhood. But enough of that before I start building a time machine in search of better times. Although I will say at one stage I had watched Aladdin so many times that I could recite the entire movie from beginning to end that includes, songs, dialogue and music. Other notables included crazy facts such as the animators choosing to work on Pocahontas instead of the Lion King thinking the Lion King was going to be the flop of the two. Plus a Beauty and the Beast short film, which was the original before the director got kicked off sending team Disney to the start again, realizing the first incarnation was too serious.

All in all a great doco that really lifted the lid, and what added to the enjoyment was the minimal, yes I say MINIMAL participation of the audience. The most you got from us in that film was a smile and that’s how it should be.

So after this it’s about four in the arvo, I go for a walk around the city with my mate before heading to the next screening with another bunch of friends.

This experience would turn out to be one of the most annoying I’ve had in a while.

So the film in question here was none other than “Scott Pilgrim versus the World”        Now the first indicator that this was going to be a long night was when we rocked up to the cinema and saw what was no less than a snaking 300 meter line. This line essentially came out from the cinema, down an alleyway up along the other wall of the alleyway and then down the street. Luckily my friends had special passes, which sent them to the front of the queue and which allowed them to save me a seat. Could not imagine watching that film from the front row. So at the back of this line I stand and wait and listen to the myriad of conversations that are only on offer during the festival, one guy loudly talking about the greatness of Danish Cinema whilst another guy wearing a “Vote 1 Sex Party” t – shirt and doing his best to indoctrinate an uninterested girl.

After about an hour the line moves and we find ourselves relinquishing our phones seeing as this is a very premature screening of the film and they don’t want anything inside that can act as a recording device. Well after finding my mates I take my seat and almost immediately the film starts. I’ll warn you now that the next few paragraphs have nothing to do with the film itself, if you want a review –

“It was a good film, not unbelievable but I did enjoy it and found the combination of both film and video game quite outstanding, add to that the subtle video game soundtrack references, such as the Zelda fairy theme and I was relatively impressed for the most part. Evans and Routh were also cool guys.”

Okay simply put what ruined this film for me, in every sense of the word was one thing – FANBOYS! Now I had only experienced this very lightly in the past when I went and saw “Fantastic Mr Fox” at the Nova earlier this year. What I experienced then I experienced on Sunday but ten fold, no twenty fold, no thirty fold!

Laughing! F- ing laughing at everything!

Now I love going to a comedy and laughing myself stupid, seriously one of the best experiences I’ve had this year was “Hot Tub Time Machine.” I could not get enough of that film, dead set just an awesome experience to be watching that with my mates and laughing to the point of tears. Especially when Rob Corddry is banging the girl and giving a running commentary at the same time. But this experience is something entirely different, now maybe I’m new to it but my friend has experienced too. He calls it the “Indie Cinema” effect, claiming that people laugh at unfunny moments to prove how “Indie” they are.

Well ladies and gentlemen who probably don’t read this blog “Scott Pilgrim” had this in spades. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, it was that I didn’t know when to enjoy it. Nearly every moment was a laugh riot according to these indie/fanboys. Now the Greater Union cinema holds 750 people, it’s big and that means big fanboy laughs. There were times when the laughter was so forced it was almost embarrassing, and it agitated me because I was looking at the screen and basically reciting Ralph Wiggum “He’s funny but not ha ha funny.” To me it kills the experience because I sit there thinking I don’t get it because I’m not splitting my sides. Look I’ll laugh when laughter is due, but there were points in the movie in which I was just sitting there thinking “What the F&*$!”

Again like that Simpsons episode where Homer becomes smart and goes to see a movie. Yet he’s the only one in the cinema not laughing at the joke and then gets kicked out because of it. I think it’s Selma who says “Wait, somebody isn’t laughing!”  Truth be told I was waiting for that moment where some fanboy busting out of his Cowboy Bebop t –shirt would rock up and tell me that I wasn’t laughing hard enough. Personally I think this does two things, it cheapens the effect of the film giving it this stigma that it’s really not that good. Secondly, and this relates to the first one, the Fanboys look and sound like salesmen laughing at every innocuous moment as if trying to say “See it is a funny film, see I am laughing, it’s gotta be good because it’s just so non stop hilarious.”

Unfortunately this makes me hate a film more, almost confiding in me in some way that it can’t stand on it’s own merits and needs fanboys to prove that it’s worth a viewing.  Maybe the director knows this?

But now what makes matters worse is that this sickness, has permeated into the indie movie scene. And their idea behind the forced laughter is this.

“What you’re not laughing at that moment? Well then you’re not indie enough and I’ve just totally out indied you! Man if you don’t find that moment funny why are you even at the cinemas? Only someone as truly indie as me can find that moment funny, go back to watching Hollywood Blockbusters like Terminator dude. – Don’t forget the popcorn loser!”

This is the non verbal but easily decipherable message being sent to all of us who just go to the cinema to enjoy a movie or at least hope to. Bare in mind that above quote was probably said during the end credits which white Arial font drifted over a black screen.

So that’s it for another entry, I’m still waiting on a comment, you the guy who reads this every week but is afraid to comment because you don’t want to look like the only guy who reads this every week, I dare you!

I dare you to comment on my blog!

I have the power!

First up I’ll begin by telling you of a great thing that happened to me a few months back. I’ve been meaning to actually write about it but it sort of escaped me amongst all the ramblings about Auto – Tune, Aliens, and Bill Hicks.

So a few months back I had just finished shooting a viral video with my mate, it’s still in the editing process and we’re also waiting on a sound mix, anyway that night my bed was up against the wall in a spot in the room that it has never occupied before. This was on account of us using my bedroom as the primary shooting location before finishing up at the green screen studio. So that evening I went and had a couple of beers with mates and watched the footy at the local before going back home and sleeping it off. Nothing like a sleep knowing that you haven’t got work the next day…actually I have one of those tonight after six straight days of the freezer box.

Now what made this night sleep different from all the others is that at those times when I usually begin to feel like I’m crossing over – wait! If you’re new to this blog you probably have no idea what I’m on about.

Okay read this first – http://damascusvanmartins.com/2010/06/01/why-am-i-astral-projecting/

All right now we’re ready to proceed, like I was saying most nights in a sort of bi monthly fashion I get this sensation of total vibration right before the point I fall asleep. Essentially it’s an intense pulling feeling like my body or at least my soul is being pulled out, it’s not scary just bizarre, it’s very intense in the way a vibration is when you would be working out on a vibrogym.

In the last four years since my first experience with this sensation the overwhelming desire has been to fight it solely because I just want to get some sleep. Yet for some reason I finally gave in and like Robert Monroe said when it happened to him, “If it kills me it kills me.” Well I’m here writing this and obviously nothing has happened…not yet anyway. Funnily enough the sensation has only ever come back once and I’ve let it pass through me again but have experienced no other sensations or results such as the documented OBE’s that apparently follow it.

Hey maybe it may happen tonight, like chicken tonight?

So that’s it, thought I’d share that with you seeing as that I spent a whole blog post on the topic, I see it as very important that we somehow find a way as a species to travel to other plains because I believe that’s where a lot of the answers lie. Both in the future and also in regards to history. Actually a good bit of advice I heard from a zonked out club owner who had fried his brain to that of the consistency of a burnt frittata was this, “You have to trip.” Damn f –ing strait, that’s where all the good stuff lies.

Well with that bit of news relayed, which I’m sure, is going to interest not one person I can now address the topic, which I had originally planned to open and close with.

The power!

What is the power? Do you have it? Do I have it? What does it look like? Can I get some? Am I talking crap?

For safety’s sake let’s just answer yes to all of the above. What I’m alluding to is the energy that runs through you, your voltage and how it effects your chances of living a full life. I’ve more than likely touched on this before when talking about diet and how food should be viewed as a fuel source and really nothing else. It’s bizarre because I think with the advent of shows such as MasterChef and Ramsay’s kitchen nightmares among others food it getting this almost spiritual like reverence amongst the public. This I have no problem with, my beef lies with the type of food getting the attention. I don’t care how accomplished the chef is who cooked it, it can be Ferran Adria or the guy in Axpe, Spain who just grills everything…Victor Arguinzoniz… I think that’s his name.

These guys and most other Michelin star chefs are talented mother f –ers, no doubt about it. But to be honest to hold such food up on a pedastool when it really isn’t contributing to your life force is the wrong way to go. Actually the only person who is even getting close is Jamie Oliver with his current crusade of trying to get people to eat as sensibly as possible. Now let me back track as I’ve gone off topic a bit.

Don’t get me wrong I would love to eat from the kitchens of those geniuses everyday but I know that what the body requires is something a little simpler, a little more basic and a hell of a lot less touched. What we require are raw foods and their juice and it’s this stuff that perpetuates the life force, the energy, the power that allows humans to operate a sixteen hour day without getting tired, that would create a working digestion system that wouldn’t produce any gas, that would not get cold when the temperature drops below ten degrees Celsius.

I actually sleep with my heater off, my window open and just a pair of boxer shorts in the middle of winter, if your body can’t create it’s own heat then there is something fundamentally wrong with it.

If you notice people who get things done they all have one thing in common, it’s an energy, a never ending supply of movement and kineticism. Their body only goes to sleep because everyone else is and they have nobody to talk to. To be honest I’m writing this at 11:45 at night, and if it weren’t this it would have been a screenplay. I’ve had work, been to the gym and cooked dinner and the only reason I’m going to go to bed is because I want to leave some stuff to do for my day off tomorrow. I’ve been up since 7am and right now all my friends and even the people in my house are asleep or have been for at least the past hour or so.
How do I explain it? Simple the life force that flows within me is getting fed, getting fed the right sustenance that allows it to keep burning without hitting a hurdle – a massive steak, a hambuger, a mountain of pasta, a slab of desert after dinner, these are all hurdles to your body maintaining a proper working life force.

I am no different to anyone else, actually I’m dumber, slower and uglier than the average guy but I have enough foresight to realize that if I want to burn rings around everyone else in terms of productivity and getting things achieved, well I better give myself he best advantage possible.
Seriously I’m not f – ing tired and most people who do my job during the day go home and sleep! So think about it, a person like you reading this, if only you gave your body the chance to work at its optimum efficiency who knows what you could achieve. But if you’re feeding it crap and complaining there are not enough hours in the day because you find yourself asleep by 9:30 then I suggest you take a good look at what’s inside your fridge.

Once again I have gotten on to a topic that has turned into a rant, I’m sorry but the potential in every human being is there but we’re just too f – ing stupid to realize it.

Anyway have a good weekend, I know I will because I have three days off starting Saturday night and I’m going to have a belter – GO CATS!

And please, someone, please comment.

Why are we waiting?

I read this excerpt from an interview the other week.

Glass didn’t earn a living from his music, in fact, until he was 42. Until then, he drove cabs, shifted furniture and worked as a plumber. “I was careful,” he explains, “to take a job that couldn’t have any possible meaning for me.” Stories of famous-composer-actually-working-man-shock from that period abound. The art critic Robert Hughes was astonished to find the avant garde composer mending his dishwasher. On another occasion, a woman tapped on the side of his cab and told him that he had the same name as a “very famous composer”.

Now this strikes me as a source of inspiration and also a shared train of thought.  The inspiration comes in the form of persistence, which in actual fact is just waiting whilst you do what you do whilst nobody gives a shit. That’s essentially it, it’s the creative work you’re doing whilst nobody takes notice, my theory is that the universe does not deem you ready at the time. It sees you have it in you to achieve that goal, it sees that it’s the spark inside that makes you want to do it over and over and over again but it won’t let it fully immerse yourself. This is because it knows that if it let’s you jump the gun on your life plan, there is every chance you are going to make the wrong decision and f%$# it up.

Oh and Phillip Glass is also a Buddhist and a vego, and meditates, and they ask him why he has the vitality of a 30 year old at 73? I think it’s pretty damn obvious, he says he’s been living like this since he was 20.

Nonetheless I am in the thick of this stage oh wait by the way I saw “Inception” last night, do yourself a favour and go see the damn thing, it’s f – ing incredible! Nolan is at the top of his game and I honestly think he can’t do better than that. We’ve seen the peak of his directing powers and he has shown that he is one of the greats, seriously what an incredible film.

Anyway like I was saying the second part to this scenario is the work you take in between, some people take jobs that are almost there, let’s just say they fill a 70 – 80 percent quota of their creativity. Kind of like saying well this is almost what I want to do so I should be happy I got this far. To Phillip Glass and apparently me I think this is dangerous. Now I can’t speak for everyone because the mechanics and the thought processes of everyone involved in this life are different, some don’t mind the 70 percent because they fill it with other human tidbits, sport, house, family, travel whatever. But personally for me I can’t do that, I’m of the ilk that a job that has no possible meaning warrants no risk of me wanting to keep it for the rest of my life hence my work in my creative field is ten fold in my off time.

It’s evident that you get to a point that if you spend your time at a job that is almost there then you find that you lose that spark. Creatively you’re doing something but  not challenging yourself so you find no need to push the barriers, whilst taking part in some inconsequential job like taxi driver or factory worker you keep the spark alive, you come to the realization that the creative time  is all you have so I better smash it. Maybe it’s just a matter of training the subconscious and telling it that I have a soulless job so I can grow no attachment to it hence I don’t waste what I have creatively on it.

Now this is where I get into a bit of a conundrum with my parents and those around me. Their thinking is that of a job that is in the industry, no matter how far removed it may be as long as it’s in the industry. Now this wouldn’t be such an issue with everyone, especially my parents if I displayed a certain amount of patience. Now I am getting better but it does take us to our third point – waiting.

Personally I f-ing hate waiting, I don’t like the idea of people taking their time to do things that can quite easily be done in the time it takes to do them. Then again I come to the realization that I’m being a selfish prick and that people don’t run on the same clocks as I do. A lot of people famous, historical, successful and just plain normal humans had to wait for their moment or opportunity and in most cases it seems to serve them better than those who were gifted it from the outset. Maybe it has to do with what I wrote before, you are not equipped with the tools to handle the opportunity due to your lack of experience or age.

Here is an article about actor Naomi Watts and her experience with waiting.

http://blog.taragana.com/e/2010/05/22/when-naomi-watts-almost-gave-up-acting-129434/

So why on earth are you writing this? The one reader of this blog may say.

Well I’m a quintessential Gen Y in one aspect – patience. I have none. I don’t see the point in waiting if I can do it now, and I don’t see what I have to gain by letting the months and years go by no matter how hard I look for opportunities. In specifics I’m talking about getting my feature film up and looking for someone, anyone who actually wants to produce it.

It’s high concept, low budget and has a trailer and everything!

So like most people my age I vent on a blog or every couple of months I curse the world for not giving me my shot whilst some son or daughter or nephew of someone in the biz is given direct entrée. The feelings and the tirade may only last a few moments but they do take it out of you especially if you are a practicing Buddhist. It takes you back to square one, couple this with your non creative job and the feeling that you are at the farthest place you could possibly be from your goal and you can see why so many people take the 70 percent option. It’s more likely that it will keep you safe, dry and mentally sane.

But then again it brings about the “life”. The “life” is what I call the steps that are taken after you fill the 70 percent option. You find a girl, you buy a house, you get married, you have kids, you send them to school, you see them grow up and before you know it you are in your mid forties and the goal that you so desperately cherished was put on the back burner. Actually by the end the backburner has been packed away and stored in a box in the attic that you are too afraid to go in because it’s just a huge mess – basically ours at home.

Simultaneously stepped on a guitar and a fishing rod whilst looking for a sleeping bag!

Go figure.

So what’s the point you say? Well I don’t know if there is one I sort of needed to vent because I’ve been waiting a long time and been pressing even longer with my career and felt that if you don’t you end up giving yourself a tumor or something.

So that’s it for another week, feel free to have the honor of commenting first and win a mystery prize!

By prize I mean a mention in next weeks post, wow totally worth the effort.

Peace

Clifford Stone and our place in the universe.

Well as promised, here is my post about Sergeant Clifford Stone. Although the more I think about it the post will most likely cover more ground in terms of our place and the likely hood of other life.

Lately and when I say lately I mean the last five years or so I’ve noticed a slow infiltration of the UFO/Alien agenda creeping into our media outlets. If it isn’t the news, it’s Larry King, if it isn’t CNN, it’s NBC and if not that the Huffington Post, the LA Times and the list goes on and on. Personally I think this is being done on purpose for the sole reason of conditioning the human race for such a time that when we are hit with the news it will seem like nothing more than the birth of a new rare Panda at the zoo. Honestly if you think about it if you heard or better yet were told by the Media/Government that we are not alone what would you do? If it wasn’t in the form of a visit or an invasion but just a basic press conference what would you do?

You would do nothing, you couldn’t do nothing, the mortgage, the rent, school fees, uni fees, soccer practice, anniversaries, that wart that has to be lanced or else there is no chance you are getting a second date with that girl because when she sees it she’s going to be totally grossed out. All these trivialities of life will still keep you from really understanding the truth and I think the government are aware of this. Their rational at the moment I think is this, “Fine you now know we’re not alone, doesn’t change a thing, you still have to pay your taxes, you still have to go to your kids Christmas recital. All you know is that we are not alone, we still know the rest and we’ll keep it that way.”

So to be frank I think the government don’t care about us knowing or believing that we are not alone because it doesn’t actually change a thing. Yet at the same time this is unfortunate because according to Dan Aykoyd, who is one of the biggest UFO believers living today there is a litany of technology in regards to zero point energy, anti gravity differentials and all other types of Black Ops tech that could save this planet and it’s people the heartache. It’s funny because I believe that our spiritual evolution as a race coincides with our technological evolution, Clifford Stone mentions this in great detail in his interviews and I’ll get to it later.

But if you are looking for a celebrity talking about this planets evolution into something greater go on the net and check out Alan Alda, I don’t know if it’s on youtube or not but he does mention that this race is on the verge of moving forward if only we just opened our eyes. Anyway I’m digressing a bit so let’s get back to the good stuff.

Now I mentioned the word Black Ops, this also could be called SAP’s (Special Access Programs) Actually I think a Black Op is what you call it before it becomes an SAP. Nonetheless when you weigh up the sheer numbers of these SAP’s, the amount of sightings that happen daily and the amount of people coming forward who had access to these programs you start to realize that you are more likely crazy for not believing in other forms of life. It would be more a statistical anomaly for nothing to exist than to have something otherworldly out there.

Now this is where our friend Sergeant Clifford Stone comes in, a man who apparently worked within one of the 300 SAP’s that are listed in a book that belongs to the Pentagon. Little thing about those programs apparently no one knows exactly what’s going on, because there are so many people they are only aware of what they are told, it’s a need to know basis. That fact alone I find incredible, they haven’t an oversight committee because there is just too much black op coercion going on for them to even fathom.

So Cliff Stone, said to be one of the few people in the world who can and was used by the military to act as a medium between alien and man. Recruited and tracked as a little kid by the military I think he was destined from the start to play a big part in this. He was also used as part of a reconnaissance team to retrieve crashed UFO’s.  Whenever you watch an interview with this guy it’s amazing to see how little he actually divulges in terms of sensational rhetoric. He usually ends a lot of questions with I have no idea about that or I wasn’t given access to that information. Unlike a lot of his UFO whistle blower brethren he doesn’t claim to know everything and states many times that anyone who does, or anyone who claims to have all the answers is lying. His demeanor is calm, and at times during interviews he almost breaks down. I’m guessing, and this is only a guess, it’s due to the intense feeling he gets when recalling these stories. As a lot of the time he will say, you feel what they feel.

The thing that strikes me the most about Cliff is the direction he goes with his evidence, he talks in terms of our spiritual evolution and how that is closely intertwined with our technological evolution. Basically he’s saying we can’t possibly take control of the technology available because we haven’t shown the maturity and compassion as a race to use it for anything other than weapons defense system. He claims that the extra terrestrials would rather let themselves die in a situation if it meant we lived. Now for me it’s the fact that he has quite a large number or corroborators, he actually went about gaining classified documents the hard way by writing to congress and he doesn’t seem to have a huge amount of detractors.

I think a lot of his argument is based on the human race having a right to know what’s out there, as anything that does come to this planet and presents itself will affect us whether we like it or not. But I’m of the thought that if they came here and offered to show us the truth to life and the secret to evolution they would leave immediately. They would see MTV, they would see reality TV, they would see crap that we consider important like Brad Pitt shaving off his beard and they would depart with one statement.

“You are not ready.”

They’re right whether they exist or not we aren’t ready for the higher consciousness, we’re too selfish, we don’t have compassion for the guy/girl next to us and our only sense of accomplishment seems to be the comparative size of ones army to the other guys.

Clifford Stone says that there are malevolent beings out there that we have made a deal with, he goes into great detail about this and if you want to read or listen about it just type his name into youtube, you’ll be spoiled for choice.

http://www.eboards4all.com/866799/messages/23.html

He also states that there are benevolent beings out there, but because we are such a liability to the universe and to each other they choose to observe us for there own safety.

And to be honest I don’t blame them, we are the kids of the universe and we are in intergalactic quarantine and until we realize that we will be forever doomed to repeating the mistakes of the past.

I guess it goes back to my post on Bill Hicks last week.

It’s all about evolution, but who on earth wants to evolve when the ride we’ve been offered feels so real.

“We don’t come to comedy to think!”

This was a quote thrown at Bill Hicks, the late great comedian who was more philosopher and spouter and shouter than he was ha ha funny. Yet he replied in kind saying “where do you go to think? I’ll meet you there.” Promptly shutting that person up. Now if there is one thing you’ll notice on my blog, one recurring theme, that is that I believe in a higher consciousness and that we all have the power to tap into that, evolve and create a harmonious unit on this planet that will take us way beyond the form and intellect we occupy now.

Well good news Bill believed the exact same thing, yelled it at the masses and for a while there in the 80’s and 90’s got through.

Bad news, he’s dead.

It really is unfortunate when someone who has the foresight to tell the people that we are wasting our lives on the trivialities passes away just before their message gains legs. And just as quickly as he came with his message he left this planet probably hoping that some other comedian will pick up the torch one day and illuminate the conscious again. But alas most are in it to become the next Adam Sandler or to a lesser extent Rob Schnieder.

I wish I had the readership, I wish I had the platform, I wish I was a well known filmmaker, well known enough to incorporate his ideas into movies and get them made, well it’s on the agenda I’m just waiting for the universe to deliver. Simply put he really did believe that we are one, we represent this planet and that we are losing out because we have forgotten to think for ourselves while we watch American Gladiators. Yet he also hated humanity and believed that we are the problem, “a virus with shoes” he called us. I agree with him to some extent, but good is done every day yet those people and their work is going unnoticed as we focus on Mel Gibson’s 5^th audio abuse tape.

I got mine , and now me and the family sit around the dinner table listening to it every night.

Now if you actually watch a couple of his videos you’ll realize one glaring attribute that set Bill apart from all the other comedians – he never was actually that funny. Actually truth be told I don’t think he was funny at all. But then again that was the point, to get his point across. Funny was for the masses a message is for the privileged. What you would notice is that he got more cheers per punch line or anecdote than any other comedian out there. He spoke the truth and knew people weren’t going to listen unless he yelled it at them. He was more than aware that years of conditioning had left his audience numb to anything other than piss and fart stories. It’s here that he realized that what he was spouting was never really comedy but a message to the people that time is running out, if you want to be a waste of f-ing flesh by all means go ahead and keep living the banalities of life.

Seriously there are so many examples of him just tearing the publc a new one, and to be honest he was well within his rights because most of his insights weren’t all that new, he just had the guts to vocalize them in a public forum. And to a further extent I would dare say that most people are stupid it’s just he had a modicum of common sense and decided to share it with the rest of the world.

That’s actually one of the comments on the youtube video below.

Anyway if you’d rather just read some of his quotes click the wiki link below. I kid you not once you read the first one you’ll be hooked. It’s like eating potato chips – http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Bill_Hicks

Anyway where was I, oh wait I was actually suppose to dedicate this post to Cliff Stone and UFO’s. Well it’ll have to wait another week. But having said that watch this clip, as easy as he says it, as easy it can be done. The only thing that’s stopping it, is us.

The thing most difficult about writing this post is that whatever I write will really be of no use if you decide to further explore the messages Bill had to say. I think the point here is to try and illuminate anyone who isn’t really that familiar with him. Then again if you are typing in Bill Hicks into Google then coming across my post will be a little redundant. But being the film geek that I am I do have knowledge of a film currently in the works based on the life of Bill. From what I read it may or may not be in pre production and it may or may not star Russell Crowe and it may or may not be directed by Ron Howard. What’s interesting is that good ol’ Russ talks about Bill in an almost prophetic way. How his message actually foreshadowed events to come, like he was privy to some sort of planetary newsletter but accidentally received the year 2000 editions decades’ prior.

Right now I’m trying to find a quote by Rusty about Bill and how he had seen things from a different angle so just bear with me. Don’t whatever you do watch the film “Human Traffic” and think that scene with the guy watching Bill Hicks is what I’m getting at. That was purely in there because that film was trying to be obscure and cool and failed miserably on both counts not unlike Empire Records – man that was a shit film.

Wait here it is:

“There’s a very different theory that Bill Hicks was in fact a prophet, and that the things he said 20 years ago are still relevant now. Like he said, ‘Don’t vote in George Bush Sr because there are a whole lot of Bushes in Texas…’ You can go through the stuff he was saying then and it’s actually shocking, because it’s like he was talking yesterday.”

– Russell Crowe

There is actually a clip on youtube that has him ripping into Jay Leno, I think it was just right when he took over Carson. Anyway the majority of the rant details Bill’s distain for Leno and how much of a NBC company man he is.

I have nothing against Leno but it does now seem to reek of some truth considering the incidents that have played out with himself and Conan over the past year.

By the way go Conan!!!

My biggest question now would be, what would Bill make of our planet today?

Glen Beck, More Rush Limbaugh, More Jay Leno, Reality TV, Lady Gaga, American Idol seriously I could go on and on and on. But can you imagine Bill amongst all this crap today, he would honestly implode he wouldn’t know who to attack first. They all represent those ideals against humanity that he so adamantly tried to eradicate. He wanted people who contributed to this planet, it’s species and it’s evolution.

If not then go f- off.

And I guess what, I f-ing agree.

Sorry for not posting the UFO story to those who actually read this thing, I promise next week I will unless something else crosses my mind. Actually I might post something else on purpose so someone actually comments on my thing!!!!!!!