Friday, 11 April 2014

'Hey, Creep!' and 'Ack-Ack-Ack-Ack-Ack-Aarrrrggghhh!'

Okay, I am comfortable about making comment now that the trial of Robert Hughes has been and gone, and he awaits sentencing.  I truly detested the show 'Hey, Dad!'  It was one of the bad by-products of the Eighties, like the radiation and fallout following the detonation of a nuclear bomb.  The scripts were lousy.  The so-called acting even lousier.  The characters made me want to stab kittens.  Particularly that secretary, Betty.  I worked for about twenty years as a secretary, and if I was that incompetent and stupid I would have been out on my business-suit skirted arse within days, if not hours.  Then along came that fat kid from the dunny paper commercials.  These were the main reasons I didn't bother with the scrofulous shit packaged and sold as 'Hey, Dad!'.  Of particular annoyance was the character of the father, played by Robert Hughes.  He was the most untalented Aussie actor of his contemporaries.  He is also a sleazy piece of filth, as it turns out.  I am in admiration of the three actors who played his onscreen children in speaking out against his abuse of 'the youngest daughter', and also at the way the 'oldest two children' tried to protect the youngest one on-set.  I do not admire in any way the lack of action of the adults to whom the older 'children' reported this sexual abuse.  I cannot fathom how anyone could do nothing and thus enable the predator to continue with his sickening activities.  Sarah Moynihan's mother, who was happy to live high on the hog of her daughter's earnings (which I heard she frittered away), has not spoken to her since Sarah reported the abuse she suffered at the hands of Robert Hughes.  I guess just because you squeeze someone's head through your loins, it doesn't necessarily make you much of a mother, does it?  Thinking about how unsafe the children must have felt on the set of that putrescent, infantile show make me want to weep.


Overblown Wank Of A Song For The Day: 'Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)' by Billy Joel.  Look, it just is, okay?  I like a bit of Billy usually.  I vacillate between labelling 'Say Goodbye To Hollywood' as wonderful poignancy or grating bloat.  I usually go with the former.  I really like 'You May Be Right'.  But so many of his songs do have the propensity to be grating bloat.  Take 'Piano Man' for instance: 'There's an old man sitting next to me/Making love to his tonic and gin'.  Seriously, Billy?  You didn't call the bouncer to have him removed?  In 'Captain Jack' the third person narrative says 'you' sit at home and pick your nose and masturbate.  Great, so I'm a booger-mining wanker.  Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.  But getting back to 'Movin' Out'.  I heard it whilst I was driving yesterday.  I often hear cruddy songs when driving, but it's my own fault because I listen to AM.  Anyway, Billy delivers this song with the earnestness of Jeanne d'Arc obeying the voices, and facing the pyre afterwards.  But it really loses me when he sings, 'Working to hard can give you a heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack!'   And again, 'Trading in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack!'  Again: seriously, Billy?  'Ack-ack-ack-ack-ack' as a lyric?  It always makes me think of a typewriter, the daisy wheel clacking away on this old printer at an office where I worked years ago.  It's also eerily similar to the sounds my youngest son started to make when his epilepsy first started to manifest itself.  Maybe Billy has epilepsy, too.


Good Rock News Of The Day: Kiss have been inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame!  And About. Fucking. Time.  I mean, truly, Powers That Be Who Decide Who Inductees Are, what took you so long?  When did you have the Damascene experience?  It is beyond absurd that Madonna was inducted before Kiss and Alice Cooper, given they experienced that twenty year criteria whatever thing before she did.  The fact that Madonna is in an inductee makes me blink like a freshly woken koala, anyway.  I don't get it with her.  Her singing voice hurts my ears and she only pulls ludicrous stunts to cover up a dearth of natural charisma.


This morning, I stuffed envelopes for my book launch.  I am about to stuff more envelopes.

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