Sunday
Aug112013

Tasty Trends

I don’t think that great taste is really a trend for anybody. Indeed, I’m fairly sure that taste is usually the only real purpose of food beyond sustenance for most people. For some, it probably even takes the top spot. There are probably a few other considerations for some individuals. I’ve heard some say that certain foods can be refreshing, but I can’t relate to that at all. What’s the point of a cool summer salad? I’m just going to throw that thing in the microwave. Food does not refresh me. Drinks do. That’s basically all they do. That’s why I haven’t even glanced at any kind of hot beverage since high school. What are they supposed to do? Are they supposed to be soothing? I don’t have time for that business.

 

Now, if we were talking about the emotional effects of different foods, I’d admit that some dishes have a tendency to trigger subtle responses in me, but I usually ignore those because they are wont to steal attention away from the actual taste. In my mind, concentrating on a meal’s emotional value would be like watching an old favourite movie and wallowing in the memories it brings up. That kind of thing is fine if that’s actually why you’re doing it, but otherwise it’s just a distraction.

 

Anyway, I doubt that people like tasty food because it’s fashionable. I don’t think that there’s some chef who’s yelling at his young apprentice to replace his fetid fare with something delicious for the stylish crowd.

 

“Hey! Apprentice! Put out the good stuff! The hipsters are coming!”

“But what are we going to do with all this slop we haven’t used up yet?”

“Save it for Sunday afternoon. That’s when the geriatrics come in.”

“Good call. But why do you keep calling me ‘apprentice’?”

“I don’t know. What else would I call you? Do you have a problem with it?”

“It just sounds too formal. Why don’t you call me ‘boy’? Like they did in the old days. It just sounds more classic.”

“Hm. ‘Boy, fetch the dishes!’ Actually, you’re right. That does sound better. Thanks, boy.”

“Yes, sir!”

 

Anyway, food isn’t really a trend. Certain aspects of cuisine may be. Gluten hate? That’ll probably pass. Greek yoghourt? That could be a fad. But I’m reasonably certain that people are still going to want to eat things that taste good long after all the quinoa has faded from sight. Even when the reign of bold white letters on bright red backgrounds has ended, there will still be a demand for edible goods that cause pleasure when they are placed in humanoid mouths. That’s not going to change. Did you think that we thought that you were going to change? Don’t worry, guys. No one suspected that you or your competitors would suddenly just start trying to make awful things. From what I understand, that’s not really a thing that people often do. Unless . . .


Wait. Is there some sort of postmodernist food conglomerate I don’t know about? I suppose that they’d probably do something like that. Great taste isn’t a trend, but bad taste could be.

 

Monday
Aug052013

Dynamo Love Star

Recording is still going well, but it's also going slowly. In an effort to sate what must be an excruciating hunger for more Hot Apollo tunes, I've decided to share this little visual demonstration of our newest song with you fine people tonight.
Feel free to join in on the chorus, guys.
Sunday
Jul282013

No True Fascist

I don’t like the use of the term “grammar Nazi”. Believe me when I say that it has nothing to do with the terrible actions of the actual Nazis. My apathy about such taboos is no secret. I’ve heard some say that common references to historical horrors diminish the significance of those events, but I don’t have time for that. No one’s actually going to stop taking these things seriously in appropriate situations because they’re used less seriously in other situations. Do you know what I mean? There are plenty of ways to use concepts like Nazism in productive ways. The Soup Nazi’s a pretty good example. His appellation compares him to his historical namesakes through his intensity as it contrasts the scope of his dominion against theirs. Rampant Nazi flavour is also a part of what makes Darth Vader and his friends seem credible and stylishly intimidating. The fact that they didn’t actually kill millions of real people doesn’t make it seem disrespectful. This sort of dissonance isn’t just restricted to Nazis either. Games like “Call of Duty” are tremendously popular in all parts of the world. This is true despite the fact that players generally take the roles of American soldiers, which means that there are a bunch of Japanese kids right now who are gleefully murdering caricatures of their grandparents. And it’s fine! Really. I can’t say that it would be wise to bring that sort of attitude into other aspects of life, but I hold to the belief that fiction isn’t responsible for bad behaviour. People who do bad things in imitation of fiction would have been inclined to do bad things anyway.


 

I’m also wont to believe that there’s a sort of numinous statute of limitations on historical villainy anyway. Would anyone actually be bothered if Tolkien had come out and said, “Yeah, the orcs were totally an allegory for the Ottomans. I’m surprised no one picked up on that.” Out of respect for the guy, I should probably say that that is exactly the sort of thing he would never do, but the point stands. Nobody would really care. Well, someone probably would. I realise that it’s essentially impossible for people to bring themselves to shut up for a moment or two, but I accept it because I don’t really like silence either.

 

Anyway, I should probably get back to the point that I haven’t really mentioned since the introductory sentence. The term is problematic because the Nazis were actually good at what they did. What they did was horrible, but they still did it well. Hitler was like the Wolverine of racism.

 


 

Conversely, I’ve never encountered a pedant who actually knew what he was doing. Few of them even try to hold themselves to the standards they arbitrarily impose on others. Furthermore, Nazis actually had a cause. They were disastrously misguided in their pursuit of that cause, but their fundamental goals weren’t inherently unreasonable. They just wanted their country to be glorious. It’s fine to take issue with their definition of glory, but I can readily understand that drive to be awesome. I don’t even really know what could justify pedantry, though. It’s fine to be eloquent, but it’s hardly imperative for everyone. A lot of people can communicate effectively without being grammatical. That’s actually sufficient in most situations. Unsolicited corrections just waste time. In that sense, one could say that they actually bring the level of discourse down. I’ve actually worked as a proofreader, but I never correct anyone unless I’m specifically asked to do so. I’d like to get to a point where I can replace the word “asked” with “paid” in that sentence, but my resume is still pretty light, and the print industry doesn’t really seem to like paying people. Still. How weird would it be if Mr. Whipple got invited to a party and tried to stop all the other guests from squeezing the toilet paper? Weird and annoying. We understand that that’s your job at the supermarket, George, but you can’t be taking your work home with you.

 

I’m even inclined to abhor prescriptivism of any kind. I like to speak, act, and do various other things in certain ways, but it wouldn’t be sensible of me to expect others to do the same. I don’t want everyone to be like me. I just want them to like me. There’s a pretty significant difference.

 

What other possible motivation is there for pedantry? Well, I suppose that some might do it because they don’t have anything of value to add to the conversation, which would mean that the people who claim to care about language are incapable of using it productively.  If that’s true, there’s a somewhat depressing sense of irony in it.

 

Like . . .

 

Alright, guys. Does anyone know the amount of effort that genocide requires? It’s not easy. Those guys actually had to know what they were doing, whereas your average pedant doesn’t even seem to be able to expend enough effort to remember the difference between an object and a subject. I even had an English teacher like that once. I remember a particular meeting with her in which I casually referenced an occasion on which my father had brought my brother and me to the cinema. Obviously, I used the word “me” because it was the grammatical object of that sentence, but this incompetent hedge witch took it upon herself to lean back, raise her eyebrows, and say, “‘My brother and I.’” My father, who was actually sitting beside me at the time, instinctively placed his hand upon mine to stop me from raising it against her. Striking her obviously wouldn’t have been the kind of thing I would have actually done, but my arm definitely felt the urge. I might also say that this took place at a private school. The kind where parents actually pay considerable amounts of money for the education of their children. I can’t believe that my family’s money was intended for such mediocre instructors. On the other hand, this was the same school that gave me good marks for a philosophy essay I wrote on the X-Men. Actually, another teacher even gave me a decent grade on a separate piece I wrote for biology, which involved the X-Men and David Bowie. “You’ve got to make way for the Homo Superior!” Was that Magneto or Ziggy Stardust? I don’t think that it matters, but that was the closing line. Anyway, I suppose that my time at that school wasn’t wholly unpleasant in retrospect.

 

Anyway. What were we talking about?

 

Nazis were monstrous but efficient. Pedants are petty and ineffectual.

 

I think that that’s a decent summary.


 

Sunday
Jul212013

Novelisations?

Novelisations! What are those things? How do they work? Those things are mystifying on many levels, but the part that currently stands out is the fact that they seem to be generally restricted to a genre that would probably have the least need of them.

They’re obviously not written to expand on the inner workings of the protagonists of character pieces. No one ever says, “Oh! I loved ‘The Descendants’, but I wish I could know more of what was going on in Clooney’s head. I must have the literary adaptation! It’s book club time!” But I could almost imagine a perceived point in that. Maybe. Almost.

But that’s not how it goes. The target audience is basically the opposite of that.

“I just saw fuckin’ ‘The Scorpion King’!” “Wow! What’s next on the docket for Edwin J. McDouchehat?” “Man, I’ma gets me some novelisation of that flick. Read me ‘bout some muscles! It’s book club time, mathafahkaaah! But first, I’m going to crush a cream soda!” “Dude, pun! ‘Cuz like, Crush cream soda!” “Fuck yeah, pun!”

Actually, I’m just going to take a moment here. Despite the preceding paragraph, my love for “The Scorpion King” is as grand and glorious as the empire of the arachnid sovereign of the title. That thing is a classic.

In 15 years, someone might come up and say, “Jaymes Buckman, the world loves you. What they’d really like is a collection of new, remastered editions of your favourite classic films.” Who knows? Right? I only know that I’ll slit the guy’s throat with my tongue if “The Scorpion King” doesn’t make it into that collection.

 

Incidentally, I saw “Iron Man 3” recently, and Ben Kingsley was hilarious. His voice in his videos reminded me of Heath Ledger’s Joker, which actually makes sense for his character in a weird way because Trevor Slattery’s a lazy actor who probably hasn’t been lucid since “The Dark Knight” was in theatres. Modelling his villainous role after that is probably the kind of thing he'd do. Also, I was surprised to discover that we don’t need Val Kilmer anymore.

Right?


That’s probably a good thing, for Val Kilmer doesn’t seem to be too interested in doing the Val Kilmer thing at the moment.

But that’s fine. Obviously. He looks very comfortable.

 

“But who will play David Lee Roth in the cinematic adaptation of Motley Crue’s hit autobiography ‘The Dirt’?” you ask.

That’s not important right now.

Actually, it might be.


But the most important thing in all of this is the fact that Val Kilmer seems very comfortable.

 

Monday
Jul152013

The Shape of the Sandwich Probably Wasn't Intentionally Phallic

This week’s story of Hot Apollo’s adventures on the streets gets more ridiculous in stages.


 

It was on this recent Thursday evening when my cohort and I took it upon ourselves to grace the Annex with our glorious tunes once again. It wasn’t the busiest time of day, but the weather was nice enough to compel a fair amount of people to repeatedly place their feet upon the pavement in a kind of stepping motion.


So.


Foot traffic wasn’t great, which meant that our time wasn’t especially lucrative, but we were having a great time, and the response was alright. One particular guy threw a five-dollar bill in the case along with a sandwich, which seemed destined to be the night’s most salient source of amusement. I gave the sandwich man the Hot Apollo card as he left, for it is my custom to do so whenever a person expresses interest in our music.


Shortly before we finished, however, I received a text message from an unknown number. It said, “excellent blt. from subway. bi- curious first time but must have another female or multiple couples”. Apparently, the giving of the sandwich was an act of courtship. Furthermore, what had seemed to be a five-dollar bill was revealed to be pair of notes of the same denomination.


Apart from a slight bit of trepidation from my guitarist, who vaguely suspected that the sandwich might be drugged, the whole thing seemed like a hilarious example of good times, and my friend’s hunger won out in the end anyway.


On the following afternoon, I received an unidentified call from a man who immediately asked for my name. When I told him, he said that he didn’t recognise it, adding that he’d made the call because he’d found my number on his phone. Then he hung up. I was momentarily puzzled until I realised that it was the same number from which the previous night’s text had originated. Unsolicited propositions that involve sandwiches are droll enough, but I’m inclined to feel that it’s even funnier somehow when the latently bisexual drunkard who initiates the thing doesn’t remember any of it on the following day.


But now I just want to know whether he’d remember if we’d gone through with it.