Week of 2/6/00:
WEEK 95
til TV-bal pa Kroen
Sometimes, I'll watch an old movie and think, "Man! I wish I could visit the 1930s for one night and see Cab Calloway perform at the Cotton Club!"
Or I'll see an old TV show and think, "Man! I wish I could visit a 1965 discotheque and there'd be Go-Go girls with knee-boots and plastic miniskirts dancing in cages, and I'd be wearing a mohair suit with a tie an inch wide, doing the Watusi and the Mashed Potato and the Boogaloo and the Frug and the Hully-Gully and the Hokey-Pokey and the Twist & Splut and the 6-Inch Circular Band Saw and the Flying Rat's Ass and all the other groovy dances, and I'd be so fab & gear you could just die!"
Then I'll see an old LP like this and think,
"Man, I'm glad I have to go to work tomorrow!"
Isn't the whole idea of a painting to idealize the scene? This looks so drawn from life that I think that the title translates as "Look at the MP (Male-Pattern)-baldness and old Crones." You can almost hear the artificial hip-joints popping and the nitroglycerin pills rattling as they wildy shuffle to 2BPM techno. That is, if you can hear anything over the sound of ear-hair growing.
If I went back in time to this place, I'd open a store specializing in XXL white dress shirts and shapeless monocolor biddy dresses, and I would soon be the Richest Man in Copenhagen.
Two people stand out in this Geezerpalooza:
He's got a pretty severe look of "Please just kill me" on his face. Maybe he's looking around the room thinking, "NO! This will be ME in 40 years, NOOOO! Why am I here?! I should be dancing with a chick in a plastic miniskirt and partying like it's 1969!"
Or perhaps he's gazing longingly at the only woman here below the age of 75, sadly realizing that their's is a love that can never be. For not only is she already married--
--She's a Romulan.
Bibleman
"It's all good fun until someone loses an Eternity."
©2000 Bill Young