We’re having Thanksgiving dinner today, but it’s not Thanksgiving. This is a totally bogus holiday, culminating in the partaking of the jive turkey. Today we celebrate the Totally Bogus in all its many vestiges, from the deviously “counterfeit” to the flat-out “wiggity-wiggity-whack.” Jive Turkey Thanksgiving is so Totally Bogus, it’s the Courtney Love of holidays: a holiday that stands before us in tattered evening wear, confronting us with face smeared out of focus with streaked makeup and multiple plastic surgeries, a holiday that declaims from the top of its rattling lungs: “I fake it so real I am beyond fake.” Jive Turkey Thanksgiving is, in fact, the only real way to celebrate Thanksgiving, a holiday that is in itself notoriously jive-ass from top to bottom.
Tags: Courtney Love, family, holidays, jive turkey, Joni Mitchell, Room 237, Stanley Kubrick, Thanksgiving, The Shining
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There’s a newer, bigger car parked in the driveway beside the battered black Honda 4 door I’ve nicknamed The Dreamweaver. It’s silver and chunky– an awkward ambassador to the suburbs, a representative of some mothership lost so many light years ago. Read the rest of this entry »
“This Ain’t Over” is the seventh and final chapter in The Gaytheist Gospel Hour’s series “On Wisconsin”.
Our Wisconsin visit, was, in the vernacular of the intellectually lazy and chronically slang-prone (guilty on both counts, Your Honor): AWESOME. Kate, Mabel, and I communed with nature and crass commercialism alike, enjoyed the company of brilliant friends, confronted the forces of conformity and oppression, stared down death, and Helped The World. We tripped through time. We made pahster tracks. But as AWESOME as our visit was, it wasn’t perfect. When we packed up our tent and drove back over the Illinois state line, we suffered a couple casualties and left behind some unfinished business.
“Fight Songs” is the sixth chapter in The Gaytheist Gospel Hour‘s seven part series “On Wisconsin.”
Here in the good ol’ USA, we love our college football fight songs. We like the boastful smack-talk of the lyrics, the militaristic marching band music, the purposeful feeling of “us vs. them” that pumps in our veins when we all sing along. It could be argued that no other state in the union loves their college football fight song more than Wisconsin, which actually adapted theirs into the official state song.* “On, Wisconsin” is such an epitome of the fight song genre, it was once praised by none other than John Phillip Sousa himself, king of the marching band battle anthem. It is a pretty rousing tune, if only for the fact it mentions the word “fight” four times in a single line.
But for my money, there’s no better fight song than the one recorded by Pat Benatar in 1979. “Heartbreaker” dispenses with the jingoistic clap trap of the classic fight song and its attendant arms-forces hoo-hah and focuses directly on the “fuck you” core element of the fight at hand. Read the rest of this entry »
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“A Smartass Guide To Its Natural And Unnatural Wonders” is the fifth chapter of The Gaytheist Gospel Hour‘s seven part series “On Wisconsin.”
What drew us to Wisconsin, you ask? Why, the quasi-untamed beauty of its wilderness! The bathwater lake! The quartzite bluffs! The bugspray-tinged fresh air! What kind of question is that, anyway? Have the last three years’ worth of camping vacation posts failed to convince you that we’re quasi-rugged and outdoorsy? Go back to start and learn who you’re dealing with. The rest of you (love you both!) know exactly what you’re dealing with: a quasi-rugged outdoorsy type who also happens to be a smartass. Any smartass can tell you: smartassery is the psychic armor that protects one’s rich, creamy center from emotional annihilation at the hands of this terrifying world. It’s true! As a smartass, I must protect myself from those I love most because in giving them my sensitive little heart, I’ve also given them the power to destroy me, you see. So I make fun of almost everything and everyone I love and care about, pretty much in self defense. I just can’t help myself. This probably makes me an asshole for all I know, but I’d like to think I made the right choice. Read the rest of this entry »
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