1 : 36 A.M.
You've just got to say, "hey".

When I saw the documentary "Home Movie" today, I thought about what kind of weird house I would put together, given the chance. I think out of the people depicted, I would be most like that SNAG who made a home out of an Atlas missile silo. I got the sense that his thing was changing a place soaking in destructive potential into a happy loving overly new-agey house. A psychic healing of some sort, in his head. I'm not interested in that part much. No, I just want a house that can withstand a nuclear blast. I guess when it comes down to it, I'm a child of the 80's and can't get rid of that nagging worry about nuclear strikes. That's what happens when you watch "The Day After" when you're 7. A documentary on my idealized home would include a short description of materials used. ("Aermet 100 is an alloy of iron, cobalt, nickel, chrome, and molybdenum. Generally considered strongest of all materials.") Many folks say they wouldn't want to survive a nuclear war, what with everything being gone and all. I would, though. All that stuff that would go away is just stuff. All those people, well, that's awful but you're only you in the end anyhow. I'm sure I could think of something to do.

After that, there was a little bonus documentary called "Heavy Metal Parking Lot". The audience could barely contain their mirth as one metalhead after another proclaimed their love of Judas Priest, Dokken, etc. I didn't grow up around a lot of metalheads (in Hawaii, everyone was in love with Reggae), but I find them funny anyway. Then I get this chill and realize that in 20 years there'll be a bunch of hipsters in a movie theater chuckling about how people used to go all apeshit over people who played records in clubs. And on that topic, will the popularity of the DJ survive the decade? Is it a product of higher and higher barriers to entry into the mainstream music market (thanks RIAA and your 15% investment into the next generation of platinum artists who will get 99% of any royalties paid by radio stations whether or not they play your shitty ass music)? Or is it purely a fashion thing? If, say, classical music gets way huge in 2020, I don't see DJ's in that scene anywhere. Indie music is pretty mainstream right now, but there was a time when that was not so. There will be another deadly musical winter during which all you'll hear on the radio (or whatever is the popular medium) is the latest version of the music currently incarnated as Nelly's "It's getting hot in here (so take off all your clothes, duh)".

What was I talking about? Oh right, heavy metal. I liked "Motley Crue" back in intermediate school ("junior high school", I think some folks call it), right before I was introduced to Faith No More. (I don't remember how that happened. I think we were passing tapes around. Oh shit, will kids in 2020 even know what a cassette tape is?) I wasn't into spikes or leather or (heaven forfend!) smoking on school property or whatever else token rebellion we had going. I just was sick to death of reggae.