The Dolly Parton Hoot Night went decently–Lisa and I did two songs (me singing and playing uke, her playing clarinet): “She Never Met a Man (She Didn’t Like)” and “Down from Dover.” Technical difficulties, but whatever, we had fun. 17 acts, sold out, line extending out the door of Mississippi Pizza. I was one of I think two men on stage all night, not counting Splendora, the drag queen in the fabulous fringe-y Dolly dress. Or the woman in Porter Wagoner drag.
Album I am attempting to wrap my brain around: Sparks’ Hello Young Lovers. I mean, I like it–I’m just baffled by it.
I have been reading really terrible superhero comics all weekend, particularly recent Green Lantern stuff. By “terrible” I don’t mean “trashy and lightweight,” I mean “pretentious and point-missing.” Look: Green Lantern is a comic book about will made manifest in the world. There’s a whole apparatus it built up in the ’50s and ’60s and ’70s to reinforce its themes, about the structure within which efforts of will can operate–the brilliance of the GL Corps is that it suggested that collective organization can be more effective than free agency, & the Guardians of the Universe are a metaphor for philosopher-kings etc. And the “yellow flaw” is crucial as an indication that will alone doesn’t do the trick in every circumstance. But for the past 15 years or more–especially in the post-Hal Jordan-goes-nuts period–Green Lantern has been partly about limitless power as an abstraction, and mostly about the science-fictional apparatus it’s wrapped up in. People: that is NOT THE INTERESTING PART.
Fortunately, I think I may have found an appropriate outlet for my fuming irritation. Stay tuned.