Hey, kids, how you all doing? Apologies for the rather brusque “I’m going on vacation, kthxbye” thing in the previous entry, but work and life were both pretty hectic leading up to my latest expedition and I just ran out of time to blog about my plans. There’s never enough time for all the things I want to do, never, and I don’t know how it got to be that way or how I can get my life back to something more like what it used to be. It’s probably my deepest, most chronic frustration.
Anyhow, in case you’re wondering, I’ve been in Washington, DC, and at various Civil War sites in Virginia, West Virginia, and Maryland with my buddy, Loyal Reader, and fellow Blasphemous Bastard* Robert, finally ending up back in Pittsburgh, where he now lives. I returned home Tuesday night and have spent the rest of the week struggling with that surreal dissonant sensation you sometimes experience after traveling — well, that I sometimes experience, anyhow — where you feel like you ought to be someplace other than where you actually belong. Anyone else ever feel that way, or is it just me?
In any event, this week’s video is a little something I’ve dredged up especially for my traveling companion, who made a rather startling confession to me during our time on the road. In the 18 years I’ve known him, somehow it never came up that he’d once been a fan of Twisted Sister… you think you know a guy!
I don’t see how anyone who was a teen in the ’80s could not like this song, and it still works. On one level, it’s utterly ridiculous and silly, of course, but it’s also such an effectively rabble-rousing, almost existential cry of defiance against mindless authority and complacence. Truth is, our post-9/11, post-modern, post-everything 21st century America could probably stand to be reintroduced to the ideas espoused in this little ditty. Especially when it comes to being frisked like common criminals at the airport, something yours truly had to undergo on my way home from Pittsburgh.
Anyhow, the video for “We’re Not Gonna Take It” is nearly perfect, a genuine classic of the medium. The young boy’s Wonder Woman-style spinning transformation into the powerful, take-no-prisoners gargoyle figure of Dee Snider became one of the iconic images of MTV’s heyday, and the casting of Mark Metcalf as the, ahem, candidate for Father of the Year was nothing less than brilliant. (In case you can’t quite place him, Metcalf played the sadistic ROTC officer Neidermeyer in the classic 1978 “slob comedy” Animal House, and his spittle-flecked rant against the boy’s taste in music basically recreates one of the signature scenes from that film. Some Loyal Readers may also recognize him — or at least his distinctively resonant voice — from his recurring performance as The Master during the first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Of course, The Master never raised his voice and Metcalf was buried under pounds of latex, so its wasn’t immediately obvious why the actor seemed so familiar. But I got a big grin when I finally figured it out.)
And now that we’re all pumped up and ready to go out and take on The Man, let’s start the weekend, shall we?
