I have been watching a lot of late night TV lately.
Unless I've been drinking heavily I refuse to go to bed before 3 am, it just seems stupid to me to rush off to sleep at midnight like some senior citizen in deaths waiting room.
For those intrepid squirrels like me who stay up late there is so much good stuff. I was watching the tonight show with Jay "the chin" Leno and saw the craziest thing in the universe. I used to think the Toyko Shock Boys were the craziest thing until last night.
This band called "Blue Man Group" did a little musical number that after you watch it, will alter you forever. Everyone who sees them has looked through the doorway to another dimension. A dimension where things have a lot more extraneous tubes coming out of them.
This band, which is what I will call it since our obsolete 20 century vernacular can't describe the shiny psycho-androgenous-multi-appendaged monster. Anyway, it is a gathering of people on scaffolds in black leotards with black-light skeletons and 3 front men painted blue encased in weird tube like contraptions.
The song was just weird beeps and sort of honky bonky noises, it sucked in a way so new to me it took me a while to put my finger on it. The whole stage show, or sensory assault was so weird it made me feel like I was watching music from the future. Music from some cheap, transparent plastic future. It looked like some aborted scene from a George Lucas movie that he canned for being "too wobbly".
One of the blue men put an orthoscopic camera down Mel Gibson's throat and they gave us a show of Mel Gibson's esophagus and stomach. That was weird.
Later on I watched Craig Killborn, a man I am certain is 100% computer generated, like Jar Jar Binks, only not Jamaican, alien and entirely unfunny. I know that he does not actually exist except in some CBS mainframe.
I figure they made a computer composite of Archie, Conan O'Brien and Burt Reynolds. It works though, he's funny, smarmy and a little stupid.
I also like Conan O'Brien, but more for the intellectual and neurotic humor. All that self loathing really bubbles out into a funny guy. I think I like Conan the best.
In the movie Videodrome late night tv warps the viewers, causes hallucinations, mild nausea, loss of appetite, and strange vaginal wounds appear on the stomach area. Sooner or later I'm probably going to start chanting "long live the new flesh" as I try to hump my tv. Oh well.