So I don't like to edit. I really don't. Which is why my posts tended to be filled with words blended together or the kind of wrong word issues that don't get picked up by Safari's spellcheck. What the hell did I do before browsers checked spelling. Well, my typing deteriorated and people had to deal with the fact that you just had to try to make some sense out of what I wrote. There are lots of extra spaces too. I do actually have some concern for aesthetics, so it bothers me if there are funny looking spaces at the beginning of a line. Or a random period which does not complete any sentence.
I do therefore occasionally go back and clean things up.
This however, is the first time I've ever changed the title of a post.
I glanced over it and realized I spent the entire post ranting about what I think and didn't even mention Tim until the last little bit. So, I decided, in a rather Minchinian way, to add brackets to the title. I'm sure there will be a Part 2 and 3 and etc. I realized as I was writing that I didn't really want to write anything too specific about his work, for the absurd reason that I didn't want to give it away. As though someone might come along and read this, follow that link and go on a youtube binge like I did.
And if someone were to do that, and they had already been told why it was that every song was funny, they would be annoyed, and think, well if I hadn't already heard that funny lyric it would be much more funny. Which reminds of movie trailers. You pretty much know that the funniest parts are in the trailer. You can always tell if a comedy is going to be stupid, or, just not up your alley. If you groan or roll your eyes during the trailer, don't ever see it. My opinion. Oh, and my original point was that when you do see the movie, the funny bits aren't at all funny cause you've already seen them potentially a hundred times depending on your level of media consumption.
Anyway, I realize no one is going to discover how awesome Minchin is through me, but, still I will hesitate to go on about how amazing his songs are.... except...
Today, when I was at work, I could not get '5 Poofs and 2 pianos' out of my head. I'm supposed to be doing at least theoretically serious work. I'm trying to get some analyses going, and I keep seeing Tim in my head, singing that song. And when he lands on that line '5 poofs and 2 pianos' there is something very home about that line in that song. I know I don't make any sense.
One amazing thing is that I found this song hilarious and lovely the first time I heard it, because, well, I had no background. Seen clips of Jonathan Ross, but never the whole show. Didn't know about 4 poofs and a piano. I'd never even heard poof mean anything other than sudden disappearance, or, sadly, thanks to Jersey Shore, a strange mountain of hair shoved up on the top of your head. Anyway, Tim's facial expressions are awesome. And writing a great random song with lyrics entirely specific not just to the Ross show, but also to that particular show is quite impressive (Jamie Cullum was there to make for the big lyric finale of 'make it a trio of pianos and a big gay half dozen') I love the idea of, well, if you preachers can switch gay to straight, then you must be able to flip it the other way too right? After all, the biggest impediment to 5 poofs and 2 pianos is that Tim, isn't a poof.
The second song that keeps sticking absurdly in my head, I'm not sure if it has a name. Again he did it on a TV show, and in the lead up its explained that other people on the show had had songs written about them, but one person hadn't. Alan Brough. So Tim says he's written him a song, but all he knows about him is that he's really big and he's from New Zealand. And he says that he wrote it that afternoon horribly jet-lagged. He seems to pretty much think his song is going to suck, but he has managed to come up with something so totally bizarre. I mean, I guess if you were free associating with New Zealand you might come up with Kiwi, and if your brain was strange enough it could meander through obsolete wings and water off a flightless bird's back, but all the way to 'they joke that his pokey proboscis, must get in the way when we kiss' is pretty far. I mean, if he wrote it that afternoon he really didn't have that much time, and with only New Zealand and tall to go on. That's getting pretty creative. And it happens to be totally adorable, a little love song. I still have no idea who Alan Brough is, but now will always know the name (its in the song).
So, I'm basically wandering around at work the whole day with '5 poofs and 2 pianos, yeah, it'll be ace' or 'my 6 foot 4 kiwi' solidly wedged into my brain. Listen. They're pretty catchy.
And see, Tim Minchin squeezed out of my subconsciousness and consciousness into another post. Hence, brackets (parentheses, whichever you call them in your neck of the woods, or side of the pond, or other horrible cliche for not from where I am, but from a place I'm inclined to like, have no fear of, and think while different, it probably isn't that different from where I am.)
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