Dude — it’s about much more than just the shades! It’s about what you *do* with them; how they make you *feel*. Kanye could obviously care less about what he’s wearing. Sombrero dude obviously cares a *great deal*.
Also, Hrru, B one of the ubiquitous beachside panhandlers in Venice, was handed a pair of the shades by someone trying to sell them, and only went on to dress his usual riffs with a few references to them when the shades were given to him free. So where’s the “cares a *great deal?” And if rap music is going to remain largely irrelevant to my life, it may as well start incorporating scenarios in which things like Ultra Man and other quasi high tech Japanese fun can give me something to look at while it prattles on about the usual bilge. So where does this leave me in the great shades debate? Whatever, people, it’s August, and while hiding in the A/C, the merest pimple might seem like a distraction. I don’t hold it against you, but good lord. Elton John: As His Shades Were Meant to Sound…
Hrru reality checks me:
Er… hey, Slokie… you do realize I was havin’ a bit of a larf, don’t ya?
Well, actually, the last few weeks, I haven’t been so sure. Not just you, but I think the heat is baking some grey matter all over the place. And this won’t be the first time that I can’t find a point, serious or facetious, in an RTH thread…
Am I the only guy who remembers “the Blublockers guy” from late-night teevee in the 80s?
In about 1992, a guitar player in a band I was in found four pairs of Blublockers for like a buck.
I wish I could say that The Blublockers Gig was legendary, but really the fact that it happened is all I can remember about it. None of the eight or so people in the crowd much cared.
Funny you should ask. I’ve been trying to remember that show all afternoon, and all that I remember is that between the fact that 1) my vision is 20/300 and I couldn’t wear my prescription glasses, 2) it was an indoor nighttime show and 3) I was wearing those stupid shades, I don’t think I looked up at the audience once. I was squinting at my bass neck the whole time, and if I remember correctly had to be guided off the stage.
Oh shit I just remembered something else: The whole reason we did this schtick was because the drummer wore them for real.
if I remember correctly had to be guided off the stage.
I say:
Early Stevie Wonder schtick! (My dad used to tell me of a very young Stevie Wonder performing at a state fair or something where he’d blast through a big-ass drum solo only to “miss” the cymbal crash at the end and “fall” off the drum riser, to the gasps of the audience.)
B
A. They’re reminiscent of Phil Manzanera’s classic Roxy Music shades.
Dude — it’s about much more than just the shades! It’s about what you *do* with them; how they make you *feel*. Kanye could obviously care less about what he’s wearing. Sombrero dude obviously cares a *great deal*.
B
Dude, I care solely about the Look of the shades. I pass no judgment on the wearer and his or her motivation.
Also, Hrru, B one of the ubiquitous beachside panhandlers in Venice, was handed a pair of the shades by someone trying to sell them, and only went on to dress his usual riffs with a few references to them when the shades were given to him free. So where’s the “cares a *great deal?” And if rap music is going to remain largely irrelevant to my life, it may as well start incorporating scenarios in which things like Ultra Man and other quasi high tech Japanese fun can give me something to look at while it prattles on about the usual bilge. So where does this leave me in the great shades debate? Whatever, people, it’s August, and while hiding in the A/C, the merest pimple might seem like a distraction. I don’t hold it against you, but good lord. Elton John: As His Shades Were Meant to Sound…
Er… hey, Slokie… you do realize I was havin’ a bit of a larf, don’t ya?
Am I the only guy who remembers “the Blublockers guy” from late-night teevee in the 80s?
Hrru reality checks me:
Er… hey, Slokie… you do realize I was havin’ a bit of a larf, don’t ya?
Well, actually, the last few weeks, I haven’t been so sure. Not just you, but I think the heat is baking some grey matter all over the place. And this won’t be the first time that I can’t find a point, serious or facetious, in an RTH thread…
In about 1992, a guitar player in a band I was in found four pairs of Blublockers for like a buck.
I wish I could say that The Blublockers Gig was legendary, but really the fact that it happened is all I can remember about it. None of the eight or so people in the crowd much cared.
Yes, but Rick: how *clearly* could you see the audience?
Funny you should ask. I’ve been trying to remember that show all afternoon, and all that I remember is that between the fact that 1) my vision is 20/300 and I couldn’t wear my prescription glasses, 2) it was an indoor nighttime show and 3) I was wearing those stupid shades, I don’t think I looked up at the audience once. I was squinting at my bass neck the whole time, and if I remember correctly had to be guided off the stage.
Oh shit I just remembered something else: The whole reason we did this schtick was because the drummer wore them for real.
Rick reminisces:
if I remember correctly had to be guided off the stage.
I say:
Early Stevie Wonder schtick! (My dad used to tell me of a very young Stevie Wonder performing at a state fair or something where he’d blast through a big-ass drum solo only to “miss” the cymbal crash at the end and “fall” off the drum riser, to the gasps of the audience.)
Right, except in my case it wasn’t schtick.