she is the reason
they make live-concert tapings: applause an indicator
to how much something should be LIKED; the meter
of appreciation for slow minds and indigent justifications.
I often wondered how they sold those tapings – who wants clapping
and hollering drowning out the actual MUSIC that you yourself
want to appreciate, and enjoy?
but it tells them something is “good enough” so they are ALLOWED
to enjoy it.
what damage we sport! what cruel dents and
rending apertures … smiling holes and more holes.
ever the hungry Maw that abandons peace and strives for
“turmoiled” vengeance. I always found the concept stupid.
decided simply a matter of lazy contemplations, that would rather
CHOOSE this or that to FOLLOW, rather than JUDGE with what
gray matter God gave-them.
would rather manipulate others, than change themselves
shift an outlook
purge a tender memory.
today I manage the song through my headset – the CD one gift
I keep. thinking this is something she LIKED, trying to understand.
because ever I wanted to make that desperation in her SEE:
you don’t have to hit them before they hit you. sometimes the ANIMAL that
kills its own young to eliminate competition …. well sometimes extinction
is a self-made congratulation upon repeating number “1”
I would watch her snack on the bacon
and sausage
as she made the stuffing for thanksgiving; the slavering over
what she prepared for others. I thought there was something there I wanted
needed
that to have meant having appreciation on some scale
beyond
but it comes with a price
one I won’t pay
for the life of me.
she said she had a degree in culinary science ….. and every drop tasted flat. I simply
wanted to understand
the dependency
the rank dependency on a system
WE created ………………. the monster a cruel form of human animal;
they CLAPPED! for 234 executions …. and I said “welcome to Camarillo” …. thousand oaks. the ones hoping for ventura, but too WHITE to be near the lands on the beach, setting up their schooled and doctored naiveté ….inland. in forts of outdoor malls and gated redundancy.
oh yes, they clapped. followers to the last.
it was when she tried to show me her artwork and tell me what to think of it –
that I gave up. or rather, decided that it didn’t matter if I understood.
sometimes bad is in the ingredients …even if the dish
was something made with unbridled hands
even if it was something one person you value appreciated: sometimes the priest
whips himself
sometimes you can only judge the surface and leave the rest alone;
Roma stating “it’s his WIFE ….she makes him happy”
but I think the priest whips himself:
and you’ll never know why….
The cruelest insult for me is canned laughter. The banality and sheer attempt at manipulation of the masses is incredible, especially when the subject is clearly of inferior quality or worthiness. You cover a lot of ground here. Always meaningful to read you Eileen. Hugs.
funny thing is i don’t mind canned laughter. or rather, if it’s done well … like you say, if they make something out to be hilarious that is really just plain stupid —
been thinking on it, and that the whole process of “canned laughter” is a form of art. and chances are that the sitcoms with canned laughter that i CAN stand, are choreographed by the same person. maybe.
either that, or there is something ok if the canned laughter is from a studio audience actually watching the show or the footage. but i’m betting there’s a whole science to it.
i find the “flat” show like “30 something” and “office” as really depressing, like the actors are two steps away from slitting their wrists. but then, like with Malcolm in the Middle, which has no audience laughter and a soundtrack with some musical scores instead — that’s a really fun show.
but have never had live-taped musical performance worth anything — not a one. i just end up thinking ‘why don’t you all shut the f-up so i can hear the music.’ and it’s like you’re getting something cheap, like it’s nothing more than a bootleg taping from somebody in the audience.
I completely agree about the “live” concerts. I hate those CDs because you’re right, I just want to hear the music!
yea i don’t even know how they sell. even AT concerts sometimes, i want to turn to the people next to me and tell them to shut up! lol