Oh, the poor, poor maligned little meme. We’re all too good for you, aren’t we. Too busy being creative and original to give you a fair shot. Like an ill-conceived wave up in the top tier of a baseball stadium, you start forcefully (oh! here it comes, here it comes!) but then, thanks to a few I’m too sexy for the wave types around the third base line, you lose momentum, fizzle and die. The rest of us sigh, mourning our lost opportunity to stand up in front of thousands and cheer, maybe catch the eye of the camera operator by the dugout, see ourselves on the Jumbotron. Lost in our own remorse, we’ve already forgotten those few well-meaning folks who started that wave; those once happy people who are now staring at their feet and the congealed condiments nearby, feeling just a little sorry for themselves.
Also, I have to do my taxes today.
1) What is your favorite word?
Lugubrious. I don’t get to use it often enough but my life’s goal is to work it into an advertising tagline one day. I can’t imagine exactly what kind of marketer would need to incorporate a word meaning ridiculously sad, but when moroseness is in vogue, I’m jumping on that trend and riding it bareback all the way to the bank.
2)What irks you every time you hear someone say it?
3) What was the first concert you ever went to?
Siouxie and the Banshees, the Orpheum, 1983. It was a make-good for a cancelled Laurie Anderson show. Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t that cool. My second concert was Howard Jones.
4) Name a song you’ll never get sick of hearing.
Burning Down the House by the Talking Heads. And I still sing the lyrics wrong.
5) What song, album or band influenced you most as a teenager OR what song/album is the soundtrack of your youth?
It’s a tossup: Violent Femmes for demonstrating that there could be humor in rebellion. And Journey’s Escape for providing me with the realization that under all that black hair dye, I had a very cheesy side yearning to…well, escape.