If you cared about me at all, you'd stop writing self-reflective, esoteric, meandering essays on how each Daytrotter session affects you personally. And you'd start writing something relevant and educational, and maybe even a little objective, like information about the band or its members or what kind of music they play.
Especially since my computer claims it is no longer able (or allowed) to play the sessions on the web before I decide to download them.
With the Utmost Respect for Daytrotter (My Opinions About Your Writing Notwithstanding),
Me
Jan 13, 2012
That's it, I'm voting for Stephen Colbert.
I read this morning that President Obama has raised $240 million dollars for his re-election campaign. 240,000,000 dollars. I'm too outraged to use exclamation points to illustrate my outrage.
Where the hell is that money coming from? And why the hell are Americans struggling to feed a family on $8.25 an hour when we can afford to donate hundreds of millions of dollars so that one politician can publicly assassinate the character of another politician, in an attempt to persuade us that our future as a country depends solely on one man? One man who is so far removed from the reality of average Americans that he believes "winning" is the best way to help our nation, and that political campaigning is the best use for $240 million American dollars.
I want to be clear that this isn't a party attack. Obama's "campaign war chest" thus far is roughly equal to the one raised by George W. Bush for his 2004 re-election campaign. No, this is an attack on stupidity, waste, power-hungry greed and a complete lack of perspective. This is an attack on the system, on politics, on "the man." That bastard.
I'm sure it's much more complicated than it seems, however. I'm sure that investing that money in education, small businesses, or the housing market isn't actually a reasonable way to spend $240 million. I'm sure it will be worth every penny when we have a savior in the White House who has the sole power, intelligence, and wisdom to legislate all our problems away.
Unless, of course, we mistakenly elect the devil. Because there are only two choices. And there's only one way of distinguishing good from evil: advertising.
I'm voting for Stephen Colbert.
Where the hell is that money coming from? And why the hell are Americans struggling to feed a family on $8.25 an hour when we can afford to donate hundreds of millions of dollars so that one politician can publicly assassinate the character of another politician, in an attempt to persuade us that our future as a country depends solely on one man? One man who is so far removed from the reality of average Americans that he believes "winning" is the best way to help our nation, and that political campaigning is the best use for $240 million American dollars.
I want to be clear that this isn't a party attack. Obama's "campaign war chest" thus far is roughly equal to the one raised by George W. Bush for his 2004 re-election campaign. No, this is an attack on stupidity, waste, power-hungry greed and a complete lack of perspective. This is an attack on the system, on politics, on "the man." That bastard.
I'm sure it's much more complicated than it seems, however. I'm sure that investing that money in education, small businesses, or the housing market isn't actually a reasonable way to spend $240 million. I'm sure it will be worth every penny when we have a savior in the White House who has the sole power, intelligence, and wisdom to legislate all our problems away.
Unless, of course, we mistakenly elect the devil. Because there are only two choices. And there's only one way of distinguishing good from evil: advertising.
I'm voting for Stephen Colbert.
Jan 11, 2012
Dedicated to those brave enough to espouse optimism
"One tragedy of our time is the willingness of realists, in spite of impending crises, to criticize and obstruct people who expend their energy toward finding solutions. Their judgments, however, are superficial and conventional, and their attitude distances them from the essential quality of reality—change. Often the wisest realists cannot escape this trap. The challenge, then, is to create a new kind of reality that offers hope for changing the world." from Buddhism Day by Day: Wisdom for Modern Life by Daisaku Ikenda
I find this very apt in light of our economic and political climate, in which it is so tempting to adopt a defeatist attitude and a victim mentality. Often, when the subject of the economy or politics is brought up, I hear anger and defeat and frustration. I hear blame, accusations, hopelessness. The voice of hope, of encouragement, of positive belief in our own potential to change our situation, is all but lost. If it's not drowned out, it is scoffed at, ridiculed, called naive.
But isn't it more realistic to work towards a solution, however impossible it might seem, than to wait around for others to do it? Especially when those others are involved in politics, which obscures their perspective and impedes their ability to be compassionate, open-minded, or far-sighted.
I hope we can all learn to nurture hope, to encourage each other to take positive action, to breed a sense of capability in ordinary people. Because life's too damn short to wait for the solution to come to us. I know that there's limitless joy to be experienced, I just need to pursue it with the same tenacity I habitually reserve for criticizing those in power.
I find this very apt in light of our economic and political climate, in which it is so tempting to adopt a defeatist attitude and a victim mentality. Often, when the subject of the economy or politics is brought up, I hear anger and defeat and frustration. I hear blame, accusations, hopelessness. The voice of hope, of encouragement, of positive belief in our own potential to change our situation, is all but lost. If it's not drowned out, it is scoffed at, ridiculed, called naive.
But isn't it more realistic to work towards a solution, however impossible it might seem, than to wait around for others to do it? Especially when those others are involved in politics, which obscures their perspective and impedes their ability to be compassionate, open-minded, or far-sighted.
I hope we can all learn to nurture hope, to encourage each other to take positive action, to breed a sense of capability in ordinary people. Because life's too damn short to wait for the solution to come to us. I know that there's limitless joy to be experienced, I just need to pursue it with the same tenacity I habitually reserve for criticizing those in power.
Jan 9, 2012
Cham-WOW!
I learned this weekend that a "chamois" is a NOT a fancy lounge chair with a lace canopy, but a piece of leather used for polishing.
I guess "-ois" is French for -WOW. Fancy!
I guess "-ois" is French for -WOW. Fancy!
Jan 6, 2012
Why FM Radio Is Underrated
I am gifted with a sixth sense, a heightened receptivity to messages from the ether. Most often, these messages are transmitted via radio waves. For example, over the summer, I heard 3 different Queen songs on three different occasions, on two different radio stations, all in a 24-hour period. Clearly, this was a prophecy of my imminent victory at a certain 3-person comedy contest you might remember.
In any case, I got in my car this morning and the first song that played was David Bowie's "Space Oddity." For those of you not inclined to remember song titles, it's this song:
Ok, now here comes the omen-explanation...tonight is the world premiere of a very special, very odd (almost Bowie-esque) sketch comedy show, which I helped create along with a group of other very talented comedians, entitled....wait for it.... "Ground Control to Planet Keith."
Destiny! As in, it's your destiny to see this show. So read all about it, and then experience the oddity yourself!
PLANET KEITH'S FACEBOOK PAGE
Click the link to find more information, including how to buy tickets.
Or, if you're old-fashioned like me, just read this stuff:
Things have gotten shady ‘round here. Duh! Get an education as you ford your way through ‘Ground Control to Planet Keith!’ where the past, present and future are put into your hands or mobile device!
Tackling such important issues as animal violence, teen pregnancy and pretend gay-ness, 'Ground Control to Planet Keith!' is sure to leave you wondering if this great democratic experiment of ours is really just one big American fail.
Fridays at 7:30 pm January 6, 13, 20, 27 & February 3
In the de Maat Studio at Second City 1616 N Wells St.
Tickets available at secondcity.com or by calling 312-337-3992
Directed by:
Joe Janes
Musical Director:
Jonathan Wagner
Starring:
Phil Biedron, Skylar Bingham, Laura Bloechl, Anne Marie Gaggioli, Bex Marsh & Earon Rein
Written by:
Langston Antošek, Robin Dafforn, Ben Jones, Kelly Kenna, Joshua Koenig, David Aaron Tripp & Dan Shea
facebook.com/planetkeith
In any case, I got in my car this morning and the first song that played was David Bowie's "Space Oddity." For those of you not inclined to remember song titles, it's this song:
Ok, now here comes the omen-explanation...tonight is the world premiere of a very special, very odd (almost Bowie-esque) sketch comedy show, which I helped create along with a group of other very talented comedians, entitled....wait for it.... "Ground Control to Planet Keith."
Destiny! As in, it's your destiny to see this show. So read all about it, and then experience the oddity yourself!
PLANET KEITH'S FACEBOOK PAGE
Click the link to find more information, including how to buy tickets.
Or, if you're old-fashioned like me, just read this stuff:
Things have gotten shady ‘round here. Duh! Get an education as you ford your way through ‘Ground Control to Planet Keith!’ where the past, present and future are put into your hands or mobile device!
Tackling such important issues as animal violence, teen pregnancy and pretend gay-ness, 'Ground Control to Planet Keith!' is sure to leave you wondering if this great democratic experiment of ours is really just one big American fail.
Fridays at 7:30 pm January 6, 13, 20, 27 & February 3
In the de Maat Studio at Second City 1616 N Wells St.
Tickets available at secondcity.com or by calling 312-337-3992
Directed by:
Joe Janes
Musical Director:
Jonathan Wagner
Starring:
Phil Biedron, Skylar Bingham, Laura Bloechl, Anne Marie Gaggioli, Bex Marsh & Earon Rein
Written by:
Langston Antošek, Robin Dafforn, Ben Jones, Kelly Kenna, Joshua Koenig, David Aaron Tripp & Dan Shea
facebook.com/planetkeith
Jan 3, 2012
What is it about being human....
... that makes us want to share our emotional tribulations publicly? Perhaps it's the dawn of social networking, that enables us to vent our frustrations, pour out our sorrows, and express our fury without the discomfort we might feel were we to erupt so spontaneously and unreservedly in the presence of actual people.
I'm guilty of this myself. There is something so irresistible about posting an irate Facebook status, cleverly disguised by a thin veil of snark. It provides me with an illusion of superiority, this passive-aggressive attempt to reconcile an inner conflict or conceal an emotional wound. Sometimes even to share an emotional wound, as though by doing so I might find vindication, by saying "see? see how I've been wronged?" Because I instinctively believe that it's possible and even necessary for me to prove that I don't deserve whatever emotional pain I'm feeling. As though justice were relevant in matters of the heart.
Essentially, it's all about control. A belief that if I can rationalize, vocalize, make comprehensible a painful reality (such as, my feelings have been hurt), I am in control of the feeling. I am not powerless....or, rather, I am not responsible. The truth is, even if I have been treated unjustly, I don't have to be a victim. It is still within my power, and is indeed my responsibility, to turn a painful situation into something of value. There is always something to gain, often it is something intangible, like strength or wisdom or humility.
So why this need to prove I am a victim? Or, perhaps more accurately, that I am not a fool, not passive or weak or unwitting, but aware and indignant and, yes, superior. It always comes down to protecting the ego. If I were enlightened, I wouldn't post this.
Unfortunately for my ego, however, I still have a need to be vulnerable, to share my pain without risking appearing foolish or weak...which, being human, I am. And that's okay.
It's a journey, right? Here's to hoping this next curve in the road will be more humorous, readers. Til then, thanks for listening anonymously and invisibly. And cheers, regardless!
I'm guilty of this myself. There is something so irresistible about posting an irate Facebook status, cleverly disguised by a thin veil of snark. It provides me with an illusion of superiority, this passive-aggressive attempt to reconcile an inner conflict or conceal an emotional wound. Sometimes even to share an emotional wound, as though by doing so I might find vindication, by saying "see? see how I've been wronged?" Because I instinctively believe that it's possible and even necessary for me to prove that I don't deserve whatever emotional pain I'm feeling. As though justice were relevant in matters of the heart.
Essentially, it's all about control. A belief that if I can rationalize, vocalize, make comprehensible a painful reality (such as, my feelings have been hurt), I am in control of the feeling. I am not powerless....or, rather, I am not responsible. The truth is, even if I have been treated unjustly, I don't have to be a victim. It is still within my power, and is indeed my responsibility, to turn a painful situation into something of value. There is always something to gain, often it is something intangible, like strength or wisdom or humility.
So why this need to prove I am a victim? Or, perhaps more accurately, that I am not a fool, not passive or weak or unwitting, but aware and indignant and, yes, superior. It always comes down to protecting the ego. If I were enlightened, I wouldn't post this.
Unfortunately for my ego, however, I still have a need to be vulnerable, to share my pain without risking appearing foolish or weak...which, being human, I am. And that's okay.
It's a journey, right? Here's to hoping this next curve in the road will be more humorous, readers. Til then, thanks for listening anonymously and invisibly. And cheers, regardless!
Recently, I was honored to have one of my comedy sketches selected for the Mary Siewert Scruggs Works by Women Festival at Second City. It was a really amazing and highly entertaining experience, working with brilliant director Anne Marie Saviano and four very talented actors to bring my idea to life on the stage. You can watch the video below, compliments of Second City, and learn more about this awesome festival in honor of the influential, inspiring, and accomplished late Mary Scruggs at http://www.secondcity.com/page/worksbywomen2011/
Hope you enjoy, and if you don't, well, sorry about the 4 minutes. Maybe you'll like my next project better. So keep coming back, and thanks for reading!
Hope you enjoy, and if you don't, well, sorry about the 4 minutes. Maybe you'll like my next project better. So keep coming back, and thanks for reading!
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