Here is one of the originals, warts and all. Its origins were in my disappointment with the transfer of the Batman films from Tim Burton, who did some of his best, most personal, and most creative work with Batman and Batman Returns, to Joel Schumacher, who (in hindsight) brought his own personal touch to the Batman franchise by reviving the camp of the original 60s TV show.
OK. Let’s talk about Batman. Not the comic books–I’m not enough of a comic book geek to be able to go into detail about the comic book Batman, but the movie Bat, first directed by Tim Burton, then by Joel Schumacher when there was the threat that the Batman movies may in fact be VERY good.
What happens to a band 20 years past their prime that blew a good chunk of their goodwill just as they were on the cusp of superstardom?
In 1989, Motley Crue were poised to become the biggest and the greatest rock band on the planet with the release of Dr. Feelgood and its subsequent tour. The title track and lead-off single showed off the band with a crisp, clear, driving sound. Nikki Sixx’s bass lines propelled the music forward while Mick Mars provided atmospheric guitar lines, solid rhythm and a blistering guitar solo. Vince’s lyrics and voice were in top form as he sang about the rise and fall of a young drug dealer in LA.
The band was on its way to superstardom and critical respect, an enviable position to be in for a group of guys who had lived their lives as junkies and whoremongers. They attracted larger and larger audiences and were even invited to play the Moscow Music Peace Festival in 1989 with such major and established stars as Ozzy Osbourne.
Then, Vince Neil decided he wanted to leave the band to race cars and have sex with pornstars who specialized in lesbian-only videos. Tommy Lee followed not long after, becoming a tabloid sensation with then hottest-girl-on-the-planet Pamela Anderson, and following up with a few lame solo albums and some even worse reality TV shows.
I know I haven’t been around a lot the last couple of years. I know I made you promises that I would be there for you and help you through every little thing. I know I promised that I would work my ass off to guarantee your success and help you navigate unfamiliar business and technical worlds leaving you to focus on your art.
But something happened.
I bought a house. I got a car. I built a family. We adopted dogs. We had a baby. We moved out of the city.
And then I wasn’t there anymore. There, as in, mentally present and willing to go down the road of learning and applying all that technical knowledge to ensuring your success. There, as in finding the time to meet you downtown to catch up and look at girls. There, as in shooting you regular emails about my life. Facebook updates became a substitute for all of that.
Instead, I was busy 24/7 with other things. Mainly, my little girl.
Yay! The Sens won the first round of the playoffs against the Canadiens in what amounts to a crushing victory over Montreal.
So what better way to celebrate the Sens win than with a terrible, punny headline on the cover of the Print Edition of the Ottawa Metro?
Are Sens Pesky? Habsolutely!
reads the headline of today’s paper.
Really? Seriously? You couldn’t do better than that?
First of all, where does the “pesky” idea come from? Does anyone associate senators in general or The Ottawa Senators specifically with things that are pesky, like mosquitoes and black flies?
OK, well maybe, at least for the actual senators part. Judging by more recent headlines, though, I would think the association would be with something considerably larger and more devious than common household bugs.