SO I'VE GOT THIS IDEA
I was watching a little late night programming, the only time I really succomb to the Networks (tm), between scrubbing the bathtub and descuzzing the bathroom floor. The roommates are all out of town and I like to use this time battling soap scum. It's going quite well despite the fact that the skin on my hands is really not pleased with this lack of gloves plus lots of bleach combo meal.
Good ol' Craiggers and his fine late late show. First and on a completely unrelated note, it's quite obvious that Tom Arnold is making a late bid for Elvis Costello Impersonator of the Century award. Even with his every extremity trembling in true guy with ADD gets on TV fashion, the facial hair combined with the peace, love, and understanding bling necklace are going to make this a tough competition.
The musical guest tonight on Kilborne is Blondie. I had heard on some radio show a few weeks ago that they were making some "huge" "comeback". The music on the radio sounded awfully familiar to the old stuff, and even tonight they chose to cover "Dreamin'" rather than doing any of their "new" "material". You know, it doesn't even matter what they sound like and I can't honestly say that I was paying full attention. What matters is that Debbie Harry should clearly be on television on a more regular basis. So many of the last few years craptastical attempts at soulless reality television (note that I of course mean soulless in the good way) take has-been celebreties and stick them in an unusual situation, exposing their various and sundry psychological issues and whatnot...
So here's the plan. I want something. Part reality show, part situational comedy, all punk fucking rock.
GOLDEN GRRLZ
starring Debbie Harry, Suzi Quattro, Pauline Murray, Patti Smith, Chrissy Hynde, whoever in the Raincoats is the most fit for television, Lora Logic, and somebody really REALLY old in the roll of punk rock Sophia. They could all sew up each others ripped clothing from the old days, choose lovely blue hair dyes, watch their plastic surgery go to hell in handbasket, and of course start a band in the basement. Despite how lovely it would be for the ensuing band to show the kids "where it's at", it would be more made for teevee fulfilling for it to mutate into a Making the/da Band 3 complete with Puffy, parole officers, and blind dates with Juvenile.
Of course in researching this post, I found this quiz which tells me that I am most like Bea Arthur.
Good ol' Craiggers and his fine late late show. First and on a completely unrelated note, it's quite obvious that Tom Arnold is making a late bid for Elvis Costello Impersonator of the Century award. Even with his every extremity trembling in true guy with ADD gets on TV fashion, the facial hair combined with the peace, love, and understanding bling necklace are going to make this a tough competition.
The musical guest tonight on Kilborne is Blondie. I had heard on some radio show a few weeks ago that they were making some "huge" "comeback". The music on the radio sounded awfully familiar to the old stuff, and even tonight they chose to cover "Dreamin'" rather than doing any of their "new" "material". You know, it doesn't even matter what they sound like and I can't honestly say that I was paying full attention. What matters is that Debbie Harry should clearly be on television on a more regular basis. So many of the last few years craptastical attempts at soulless reality television (note that I of course mean soulless in the good way) take has-been celebreties and stick them in an unusual situation, exposing their various and sundry psychological issues and whatnot...
So here's the plan. I want something. Part reality show, part situational comedy, all punk fucking rock.
GOLDEN GRRLZ
starring Debbie Harry, Suzi Quattro, Pauline Murray, Patti Smith, Chrissy Hynde, whoever in the Raincoats is the most fit for television, Lora Logic, and somebody really REALLY old in the roll of punk rock Sophia. They could all sew up each others ripped clothing from the old days, choose lovely blue hair dyes, watch their plastic surgery go to hell in handbasket, and of course start a band in the basement. Despite how lovely it would be for the ensuing band to show the kids "where it's at", it would be more made for teevee fulfilling for it to mutate into a Making the/da Band 3 complete with Puffy, parole officers, and blind dates with Juvenile.
Of course in researching this post, I found this quiz which tells me that I am most like Bea Arthur.