tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post5625872012290353942..comments2024-03-21T12:51:21.667-04:00Comments on Whisky Prajer: Distractionsdpreimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09905531259256800022noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-58711384971020953762008-04-14T20:23:00.000-04:002008-04-14T20:23:00.000-04:00Oh, Rollins is a gasbag, no doubt about it. Not ha...Oh, Rollins is a gasbag, no doubt about it. Not having watched an entire solo performance, I'm probably not the best authority to consult on his appeal. But near as I can figure, his 90s-shtick was popular to the suburban divorce bunch because he stood up as an uber-survivor: crappy childhood, a murder attempt, and various other unpleasant interruptions.<BR/><BR/>That, and <B>Black Flag</B>, of course.Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-60052801301846886862008-04-14T15:23:00.000-04:002008-04-14T15:23:00.000-04:00I know we've had a vacuum of "Young (or even old) ...I know we've had a vacuum of "Young (or even old) Angry Young Men" for a while now. Your mentioning of Henry Rollins got me to thinking of that old adage of "matter, any matter taking up the vacuum caused by a disappearance of substance". Don't know about you, <B>WP</B>, but Mr. Rollins, for me at least, qualifies as the <B>any matter</B> kind of guy. I've never seen him live but I have seen various dvd's of his performances of his act and, frankly, I don't get what the buzz has been or is of him. Aside from being a self-involved puffed-up seemingly (and I say this because it all seems to be an act for me) angry kind of guy whose shtick is making horse-blindered self-mirrored observations of the world as It Seems to Him while inserting F-bombs and "man" in his monologues, I don't get what he adds to The Conversation. His humour is without wit, metaphor, or even satire. He talks LOUDLY as if Volume connotes Wisdom. He flexes aged muscles when pondering a point of diminishing cogitative return. Worst of all, he preens and cocks on stage as if he truly believes his vision is unique, rather than old and jaded.<BR/><BR/>In one of his performances, filmed in NYC, he gets downright insulting to his audience because they can't seem to appreciate his mind's ability to dance a humeresque while in flight from the States to New Zealand. Panning the audience, the camera reveals the horror on some of his audience's faces as they try to deal with the hellish eternity it must have been parked next to this guy on such a long flight.<BR/><BR/>Listening to Mr. Rollins must be a taste of what a visit to one of Dante's infamous Inferno rings must be.DarkoVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11572734667248592785noreply@blogger.com