Heroes

•January 9, 2010 • 2 Comments

by request of a person called insomnius

Hero is a word that can mean a very many lot of things. You’ve got superheroes, personal heroes, sporting heroes, literary heroes, hero sandwiches, and also those people who risk their lives for other people, rescuing children from burning buildings et cetera. And then you get the whole antihero thing, which seems to have become far more common than classical heroes, and among all those uses of the word, when I am asked to write about heroes I am just not sure where I should be going.

Superheroes

Generic Superhero!

Are the closest thing to the original meaning of the word. A step above the rest of humanity, superheroes have superpowers and superlives and superfriends and superenemies and everything is more important and more exciting and ten times as explode-y. I have nothing really against superheroes, but they were never a thing of mine. When stuff is fictional, the higher the stakes are the less I am interested, and even now I just give props to Batman (he is the goddamn Batman, after all) and let the rest lie. I watched Captain Planet, (“He’s a hero!”) but as far as I can remember, the show was mostly about the kids and how much they could get done without the guy. Also, as far as me liking superheroes goes, Captain Hammer … hasn’t helped.

Everyday Heroes

I hate to call a real, flesh-and-blood person a hero for a thing they have done. Doing something extraordinary or altruistic doesn’t make a person less a person. If I, for whatever reason, managed to rescue fifty children from a burning, collapsing building, I would rather be the person who had done so than the hero that had done so. See? Person = who. Hero = that. And I didn’t even mean to write it that way. To name a person a hero wipes out everything else about them that makes them a person. It’s a gripey thing, since I know that hero is a huge compliment, and a lot of people would like nothing more than to be considered one. It’s much like the way my father (Hi Dad if you’re reading, look, you’re famous! And I still dislike this habit of yours!) will say “an elderly” instead of “an elderly person”, or if people say “a black” rather than “a black person”. It just really really really really really gets on my nerves, because people are people, not just one of their characteristics. Thus, a person who is brave is a brave person, not a hero, and a person who is ingenious is an ingenious person, not a hero. Maybe a heroic person, but not a hero. This is my feeling.

Personal Heroes

This is where the word hero starts to align with “idol”, and things get a whole lot subjective, and a whole lot harder to express. I don’t think I have any heroes, not outright ones. There are things about people I would be very happy to emulate, certainly. And these people by no means have to be real in the strictest sense of the word. Here is a brainstorming of things I think of when thinking about my “heroes”.

  • Stephen Fry – emotional honesty
  • Ron & Russell Mael – something about avoiding convention and incredible long-term achievements
  • Boromir! – human enough for weakness, heroic enough to recover and mak,e amends, even more impressive because of earlier weakness

It took about ten minutes to think that stuff up. I’m just not cut out for having heroes I guess. As for why that is, I don’t know. I think it’s just I don’t have one favourite person ever. If I start calling a few people heroes, they will be joined by an insatiable horde of people whom I like and kind of admire. Which dilutes and defeats the concept.

A Note to Note about Sports:

People are all, “Just because a person is good at sport doesn’t mean they are a hero! They are belittling true heroes such as soldiers etc”, but I’m pretty sure being good at sport isn’t the only attribute a successful professional sportsperson has to admire and emulate. My own personal view of heroism makes it easy to separate the admirable qualities from the less so, but people who buy into a warts-and-all brand have a point.

I feel kind of like I have failed to address something important, but since I have been taking my own sweet time getting this thing out in the first place, I might as well give you what I’ve got. If it comes to me later, I’ll write it later. If you need more information, deal 000.

And if you really wanna, you can ask, and I’ll give you some (5) stuff(s) to write about.

Sparkly UFO Zombies exploding at Twilight

•December 7, 2009 • 1 Comment

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

•December 5, 2009 • 1 Comment

This does not encourage me to start drinking coffee.

Of All This I Might Have Been Mistress

•December 4, 2009 • 1 Comment

A UFO-Shaped Puncture Hole

•December 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Pretty

I Don’t Care What You Make Up – Real Shit Is Scarier

•December 2, 2009 • 1 Comment

Sparks – A Woofer in Tweeter’s Clothing (1972)

•December 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

A Woofer in Tweeter’s Clothing is a huge step up from Halfnelson, even though I guess technically not much has changed. They have found a bigger, more assured sound, and much more variety in styles. Russell is less adolescent-sounding, and he finds a few new voices to play with, but mostly the songs are just better. And here they all are in their majesty and weird:

Girl From Germany

It’s just on the edges of commercial-friendly musically, but have to somehow get by the stretchy, affected vocals and painfully chipper, whistly chorus to see that this song is a real lyrical gem. Somehow it feels funny to call it a song about racism, but it really is, all about this guy seeing a German chick but whose parents can’t deal with the post-war trauma. Continue reading ‘Sparks – A Woofer in Tweeter’s Clothing (1972)’

Omarrrrrrrr

•December 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Omar Little in full state witness mode, complete with tie

Omar has got to be the only shotgun-toting trench-coat-wearing drug-dealer-robbing bad-ass mofo to have chided his boyfriend for swearing too much. Also, arrested for “assault by pointing” as well as possession of a handgun and so on. This picture is taken from his finest moment (yet, as I still haven’t watched the whole shebang). I wonder how much difference the tie really made.

Coincidence? Or Something More Sinister…

•November 30, 2009 • 4 Comments

Halfnelson – Halfnelson AKA Sparks – Sparks (1971)

•November 29, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I feel that for thoroughness’ sake I should finish the early Sparks records before moving on to the late ones, so where better to start than Sparks, or Halfnelson, as it is more puristically called?

Back at this early stage of Sparks history, they were a five-piece band called Halfnelson, as can be seen on this album cover:

Look at Ron in his corner, peering in the back window, shades and tache in place. Then look at Russell, gazing idyllically into the distance, every bit the bashful maiden. And then look at the other three! My research tells me they are Earle and Jim Mankey (guitar and bass) and Harley Feinstein who, aside from having a great name, plays drums.

Unfortunately I don’t have the buckets of money required to have a copy of the original LP, so I have had to compromise with this reissued cd:

I think L-R is Ron, Russell, Jim Mankey, Feinstein, Earle Mankey

I have grown to love this cover, with Ron’s trademark glare unobscured by sunglasses, Russell and his Adam’s apple playing it straight and the strange little man in the back with his ciggie. It looks like Ron is already preparing for the When Do I Get To Sing ‘My Way’ video. Who knew he was such a dedicated method actor?

Anyway, enough blather about album covers. We’re here for the music, right? I am happy to announce it does not let us down.

Wonder Girl is a perfect way to start the whole shebang. Continue reading ‘Halfnelson – Halfnelson AKA Sparks – Sparks (1971)’