A friend of mine, one of the filmmaking crew, used to tell his wife, when she pointed out what a ridiculous, expensive, frustrating hobby he had, “At least I’m not a Civil War re-enactor.”
I have one for Alan now: At least I’m not a steampunk enthusiast.
God bless these nice ladies and their hobby, but I left the World Steam Expo in Dearborn Saturday deeply happy I didn’t let this lady talk me into buying a corset, even at two-for-one pricing:
She was very nice, and did her job well; she almost had me convinced that a simple navy pinstriped corset was just the accessory to spice up a shirt-and-jeans combo, and oh, what it does for your back! I told her I’d think about it while I took a lap of the vendors’ area, and left without returning. As you might expect, there were a lot of corsets on display, or rather, there were a lot of enormous bosoms teetering atop whalebone stays. There were also more top hats and cutaway jackets than you could count, masks, weird goggles, baroque jewelry and this sort of thing:
It’s a “weapon” of some kind. I guess this is all predicated on some sort of sci-fi genre, but whatever it is, I can’t get into it. “It’s goth for geeks,” one T-shirt read. But I had other places to go.
Yes, it’s the Detroit Electronic Music Festival, aka Movement, aka Techno Fest. Note that there’s nobody on stage. That’s because all the movement was being controlled by a DJ standing behind one of the pillars. Techno — what a deeply predictable and extremely monotonous genre. We sat through hours of this stuff, and soon I could predict when the bass drops were coming based entirely on how bored I was. It was like watching a puppet show with no story or dialogue, just dancing puppets. I can enjoy this stuff in small doses, but an entire afternoon and evening of it only underlined why it helps to be stoned out of your gourd to fully appreciate it. Fortunately, we stuck to the bitter end — Kate was bound and determined to see some dubstep act that was last on the program — and Alan and I stayed at the main stage for these guys:
Public Enemy! Now in their 25th year, a fact they reminded the audience, most of whom were embryos or less at the beginning of that time frame, about 6,000 times. I give them respect for lasting, respect for being who they were in 1987, major respect for “Fear of a Black Planet” and “It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back,” but when Flavor Flav takes a moment to pimp his soon-to-open soul food restaurant, I got a little impatient.
Speaking of which, I had to love the line in the linked story, above, about the project:
“We season the actual chicken and then bread it so it’s almost like a double whammy,” said Harmon.
I’m not holding out much hope for that one.
But it was a good show, and when it was over, I was very glad to get home and feel the beat resonate in my bones.
I hope your weekend was very fine. As I mentioned last week, I’m off for the great white Up North first thing Tuesday, and will be there most of the week. Look for something, but not much, here.
Summer is officially under way. Let’s make it a good one.