You'll know the reason for the title in a few minutes.
All right, now, the 1980s were not perfect by any means. Two countries essentially had the entire world at nuclear hostage, and billions lived in poverty. However, when I look at clips like this, I can't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia.
Do you remember the Arsenio Hall show? Do you remember Living Colour? Now, Living Colour is still performing, so I don't think one can feel sad about them. However, the Arsenio Hall show... I miss it. Rather, I miss the idea. A black man hosted a variety show and everybody watched it.
The late night shows they have on now... ugh. Sure, there are black hosted shows, but I just don't feel connected to them. I feel like they are talking over me.
I fear the explosion of new media and the subsequent fracturing of the culture will not allow such a "cult of personality" to form again, any time soon...
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Vernon Reid
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per the previous post: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eo4BtlHsOM
the "magical" editors cut out the part where the moose eats him. but you can so tell it's coming.
Rock on! I love this tune.
Oh, yeah! Living Color! Yeas, but no Sinbad, k?
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