Had the pleasure to see the Muppets in a wonderful exhibit in Grand Rapids last year and this film served as an excellent reminder of that inspirational day.
In his own words:
“Life’s like a movie, write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending.”
I will likely always be more of a George Carlin or Kurt Vonnegut, but I will forever strive to be a Jim Henson.
Truly the day cinema peaked.
So were the then recently-reunited Pixies, whom I interviewed.
And Air, also interviewed.
And Tommy Lee, whom I had a drink with in the VIP lounge.
Which is where I also Mike Watt. And Fred Schneider. And Wayne Coyne, who would debut the Space Bubble the next evening.
And Kraftwerk, who I managed to get into a packed tent to see and have my mind blown.
And Radiohead. If you were there, ya know.
And also Belle & Sebastian, Broken Social Scene, The Cure, Erase Errata and a lot of bands I can’t remember or may have missed because I was working and drinking and loving life and completely caught up in the magic.
Didn’t actually pick up any tapes, but did fill my bag with jazz records: Weather Report’s self-titled debut, The Jazz Experiments of Charles Mingus, Tomorrow Is the Question! The New Music of Ornette Coleman! and Alice Coltrane’s Journey in Satchidananda.
So nice, I went and turned 21 twice. Spent the birthday with Adri in Detroit, getting prayer beads from Dabls, strolling thru Heidelberg, getting drinks with DJ Ladylike at Spot Lite, and stopping by my favorite tiki spot Mutiny before getting grooves on at Boogie Fever.
Pretty close to a perfect day.
From Wikipedia:
“Introduced in 1964 and initially called Fruit Scones, the name was soon changed to Pop-Tarts as a pun on the then popular Pop Art movement.”
(File under “things learned watching Jeopardy!)
