August 21, 2005

McMansions

Even some Freepers, who as conservatives should know better, are overly concerned at the size of other people's homes.
As far as I can tell, it's perfectly legal to buy yourself a big, fat house to rattle around in. What should have been against the law was George Harrison's musical toilet seat that played "Here Comes the Sun." That was an ostentatious display of bad taste. Ruined the song for me too.

Posted by floridacracker at August 21, 2005 10:18 AM

   



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It was disillusioning to me, too, to realize the quality (or lack thereof) of human society surrounding many of the "big rock stars" -- I mean, the music, you're enthralled, then you meet the Manager, the stars themselves sometimes, the relatives all...it can be very disillusioning to find out that sometimes the 'stars' are pretty unpleasant human beings. Harrison's toilet seat seems to speak volumes about just who he was, with that song.

Posted by: -S- at August 23, 2005 12:02 AM

LOL. You know, I was pretty much kidding with that anecdote. I was thinking about ostentatious wealth and that made me think of ostentatious bad taste. Harrison's toilet came to mind.
Whenever I hear that song I think of someone's naked behind coming in for a landing on the throne.

Posted by: Donnah at August 23, 2005 08:49 AM

And that's exactly what Harrison musta' thought, too, that title, that place, the act, the SUN, MOON, etc. Not like it was poetica accidental.

I was serious. After meeting more than a few with some high expectations (say, for instance, Harrison's manager) and finding them really, basically just mean people, well, I just mean I wasn't being flippant.

I remember a dinner with the Beach Boys that gave me a nightmare afterward. All I did was showup with the ex and eat some Japanese food but, jiminy, the very bad vibes. I dunno...you hear the music, it's happy, enthusiastic, then this big black presence glares at you over sushi and, well...sometimes it's just best to listen to music and forget the actual musicians.

Posted by: -S- at August 24, 2005 11:54 AM

Was this Brian Wilson, Sue? Gee, he looks like he'd be a messy eater. Did he stare at his spoon?
Did a guru drizzle honey into mouth? Did he eat poop?

I didn't think he had enough wattage to glare. Doesn't that take brain cells?

Posted by: Donnah at August 24, 2005 12:46 PM

No, it wasn't Brian Wilson -- only one not present at that particular time.

No, it wasn't an issue of table manners nor anything cosmetic. Suffice it to say, I wish I'd never attended that dinner and kept my fantasies instead about happy, fun music.

Let's see, there are other disillusionments by musicians.

I think, on the other hand, that meeting Stan Getz was a very wonderful experience.

Posted by: -S- at August 25, 2005 06:04 PM