Wednesday, March 13, 2013
If You Make Things, You Are My Brother. Except This Guy. He Was Apparently Adopted By A Super-Race Of Polymath Alien Artists
My goodness, isn't John Mayer a douchenozzle? A raging douchecanoe. A big, steaming bag o' douche. I need a new monitor, because I punched mine thirty or forty times trying to get him to shut up. My son had a several-month-long interest in his music, which was the longest ten centuries of my life, but it went into remission, and my boy listens to proper records now, and I wander the house contented once more.
But credit where credit is due: the douchebag had the sense to hire David A. Smith. He can't be all bad. I've featured lots of people making lots of things on this blog, but I can't recall another person that seemed to be playing not just in another league, but playing alone in a league of his own making. I have met a fair number of sign painters over the years, back when I worked at building and renovating restaurants and so forth. Many struck me as quite talented. Many struck me, period, after a few pints. But they were all primordial ooze compared to this guy.
My little son and I watched this video on our TV, using a Roku box, instead of watching reruns of How It's Made for the umpteenth time. By gad, the future is a wonderful place. I know, I'm living in it.
(Thanks to old friend Rob C. for sending that one along)