My cynicism knows no bounds
Jul. 5th, 2005 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepeopleseasonI spent the day at Centennial Olympic Park yesterday, playing Uno, rummy, and poker with AK, awaiting the night-time fireworks display, and getting a sunburn on my knees. Despite the early overbearing sun and the persistent light rain that would come later, a good time was had. We watched two bands--the first one of those generic cover bands that play crowd-pleasing sing-alongs like "Brown Eyed Girl" and "We Are Family." They did play "I Will Survive" but bucked trend and skipped "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" and (thankfully) "YMCA."
The second band was called The Classic Rock All-Stars, and was comprised of members of various bands from the 70s, the only one I recognized being Iron Butterfly. I told AK that I would be pissed if they didn't play "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" and while she didn't think they would, we would hear that overwrought synth organ intro a few songs later. They even made some effort to play the full 17-minutes, albeit with some extraneous flourishes that you always get in a live concert.
The fireworks started afterwards, and it occured to me that it's rather funny that most fireworks displays in these here United States choose to end their program with music from a gay Russian man. The announcer came on after, however, and said "we'd like to leave you with this one thought..." and music from a megalomaniacal anti-semite who was ceaselessly in debt began. I guess the organizers don't have a keen sense of irony. Kill the wabbit, indeed.
The second band was called The Classic Rock All-Stars, and was comprised of members of various bands from the 70s, the only one I recognized being Iron Butterfly. I told AK that I would be pissed if they didn't play "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" and while she didn't think they would, we would hear that overwrought synth organ intro a few songs later. They even made some effort to play the full 17-minutes, albeit with some extraneous flourishes that you always get in a live concert.
The fireworks started afterwards, and it occured to me that it's rather funny that most fireworks displays in these here United States choose to end their program with music from a gay Russian man. The announcer came on after, however, and said "we'd like to leave you with this one thought..." and music from a megalomaniacal anti-semite who was ceaselessly in debt began. I guess the organizers don't have a keen sense of irony. Kill the wabbit, indeed.
