The World's Greatest Cook is gone until Sunday, and I don't have a "pressing" art chore to do for the first time in ages, so I'm just hanging out here and wasting the night away. I left the TV on about an hour ago when I left the room. I was watching an Iconoclast documentary on Christiana Amanpour while I ate supper.
OK, so I walk back through the room and the one about Michael Stipe is on. Some photographer is taking pics of him, pics after pics after pics, and he's vamping and posing and downright VOGUEing and eating it up. ARE YOU READING THIS, BENNY? He NEVER said "ENOUGH!!!"
So I go pee, and when I get back to the living room, he's onstage giving a talk somewhere and pontificating about how awful it is that music videos ruin the little personal movie you create in your mind, and how awful it is to have this little movie dictated to you, oh boo hoo hoo.
Well, that little bit of hypocrisy I can stomach, but not the vamping. DO YOU HEAR ME, BENNY! NOT THE VAMPING!!!
How DARE he? After he treated my Benny like DIRT!
That's all I saw. I never did see Mario Batali. THANK GOD! That has to be a gruesome spectacle, watching Mario interview Michael Stipe!
(For the record, I love many many REM songs. Just in case you were wondering.)