Pop Culturally Challenged.
With each passing day, it becomes more obvious to me that I am hopelessly out of the pop culture loop. For example, up until a week or so ago I had never heard of Chris Brown, Jenny Johnson or someone named “Rihanna.†Having spent a few minutes wading around in the nonsense surrounding a Twitter Feud (I can’t believe I just typed the words “Twitter Feudâ€), and even fewer minutes listening to the “music†of the person named “Rihanna,†I’m O.K. with not getting the pop culture memos.
Speaking of the person who calls herself “Rihanna,†I’m trying to think of a singer who uses only one name who either doesn’t stink or isn’t an asshole. Let’s see … there are Cher, Sting, Bono and Beyonoce … all assholes who take themselves way too seriously. Oh, and there is “Slash,†the big-haired, top hat wearing guitar player from Guns N’ Roses. I guess I don’t know whether he’s an asshole, and, besides, his real name is Saul Hudson. I just don’t think he would have made it as big calling himself simply “Saul.†I did get a kick out of Liberace, though.
While we’re on the subject of pop culture, I don’t get the fascination today with vampires and zombies. There seems to be a clutch of television shows and movies about blood sucking humans and previously dead people staggering about looking for brains to eat. I also hear people talking about the “Zombie Apocalypse.†What the hell is that? Should I invest in a security system?
For me, the vampire thing began and ended with Bela Lugosi, and “The Night of the Living Dead†said all that needed to be said about zombies (and, frankly, scared the dogshit out of me).
For my part, I’ve been busy trying to figure out whether ancient aliens did made those high-tech stone cuttings in those stones that weigh about a gazillion tons that are in places with names that all sound like Pitchoo Patchoo, or Moochoo Choochoo. I don’t need no stinkin’ zombies.
Oh, one more thing — about the image of the Ten Ball at the beginning of this post. November 27th came and went without incident around here at the House by the Parkway (another day of non-posting). Only today did I remember that I began this blog exercise on that date ten years ago. So, that’s the story on the Ten Ball.
You forgot Dion.
Comment by Gerald — December 2, 2012 @ 8:24 pm
Happy late Blogiversary!
I don’t know who those other people are, but I know who Rihanna is. I have never listened to her music though. I only know her because it was some weird name and some guy hit her and she seemed to be OK with it. I don’t know the whole story, but seemed kind of messed up. I think the only person who could be more messed up than that is Halle Berry. What a whack job…
Comment by Bou — December 3, 2012 @ 9:23 am
Gerald …Dion had Talent …still does!
Jimbo….I second the congratulations from Bou! By the way, “Night of the Living Dead” was a special very scary movie for those of us in Erie Pa…Bill Cardille was a TV favorite here in the early days of Television where he is still remembered fondly.
The movie did not score the crap out of me but it did my girl friend & first wife….besides I always slept with my light on …BWAHAHAHAHA!
Comment by dudley1 — December 3, 2012 @ 9:37 am
Holy Shit! 10 years!
What about Elvis?
Comment by Craig — December 3, 2012 @ 11:25 am
Happy Blogiversary!!
I’m hopelessly uninformed about pop culture. My sis-in-law tries to talk to me about celebs or what’s on TV and I frustrate her because I don’t recognize any of the names. And then I laugh because I just don’t care. 😉
Comment by pam — December 3, 2012 @ 9:36 pm
Happy Ten year Blogiversary! The pop culture icon that started the single name mania was The Incomparable Hildegarde-the queen of the supper clubs.
Comment by ernie nilsen — December 3, 2012 @ 10:24 pm
Your blog is my favorite, Jimbo!
Comment by Lee — December 4, 2012 @ 12:04 am
Happy Anniversary! A top of the doffer to you, Jim.
You’re one of the first bloggers I started reading regularly ten years ago and one of my inspirations to try it myself. And, on top of that, you’re one heck of a guy to know.
Oh, by the way, Slash is a good guy. He’s had some problems inherent with his line of work, but escaped the death spiral both figuratively and creatively.
Comment by gregor — December 4, 2012 @ 9:48 am
can you tell I haven’t consumed the requisite amount of caffeinated beverages yet this morning? “A top of the doffer?” good grief. you know what I meant.
Comment by gregor — December 4, 2012 @ 9:50 am
Dudley1…I wasn’t implying he was or is bad, just that he uses his first name. I love his music.
Gerald
Comment by Gerald — December 4, 2012 @ 11:11 am
Gerald……
I`m the kinda guy who likes to roam around, I go from place to place ,I go from town to town…they call me the wanderer,the wanderer, I roam around!around!around! At least I used to many years back but his music still lives on & makes the past not so far back in time. Cheers dude!
Comment by dudley1 — December 4, 2012 @ 2:07 pm
Don’t know Johnson.Rihanna made the headlines when her boyfriend beat her up .That could have been Chris Brown .My son told me Slash was married to the daughter of one of the great Everly Bros. I recall that Slash,a skinny tattooed dirtbag , beat his then wife .I was hoping Don and Phil would beat the living shit out of the skinny tough guy ,but it didn’t happen . Cher proves you can still be a whore in your sixth or seventh decade . Blog on !
Comment by john — December 4, 2012 @ 10:20 pm
Funny story about Rihanna. About 7 years ago or so, we had this thing called Toms River Fest held on the grounds of TR North HS. It had a couple of relatively famous bands and then a Disney Stage. Well, lo and behold the Disney Stage got all of the notoriety because of one singer who decided having lesbian sex on stage in front of 4th graders would be gutsy and edgy. Well, this chick got booed off the stage. her name…Rihanna.
Comment by RobbieRob — December 5, 2012 @ 12:42 pm
Ten years? Ten years? Where do the time go to?
Looking forward to the next ten, Jimbo!
Comment by Elisson — December 5, 2012 @ 6:26 pm
I missed your 10-year anniversary? Shit, I feel terrible. I’m not even being a wiseass, I swear. There are precious few who enjoy reading your goofiness as much as I do, and I say that with the knowledge of your approximate daily hit count. When you’re on, brother, you are on. Keep it up… please… Or write a book, or something.
Comment by Erica — December 8, 2012 @ 10:22 pm