Did your Mom ever tell you to wear clean underwear in case you got into an accident? Mine did. Which for those of you who know me, this probably explains a lot. So, when you stop judging, I can tell you that as far as I can figure out, the reason for this fixation on clean underwear was that if you ever should get into an accident, one that required the EMTs to cut your clothes off of you, they will be more inclined to save your life if you’re sporting clean underwear.
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If there are any EMTs on our list, please drop me a line to confirm. If it’s true, I will seriously up my game.
Underwear is actually the reason we have these shows. No, not because someone thinks it’s like that horrible accident that you just can’t look away from. Okay, maybe that guy at The Cinémathèque Française in Paris that got his nose all bent out of shape and went storming out of the theater because he thought that my artsy rock songs and score were an abomination and should not be performed with the sci fi masterpiece of the silent era, Metropolis.
No one else seemed to mind and were all fist pumping and body surfing in French and… okay they weren’t doing any of that, but they were cheering and clapping and a few were stomping their feet, which for the French is pretty amazing.
So, that guy in Paris would probably have been fine if I had never gone in to buy some cheap underwear and came out with all those silent movies.
Okay, I don’t really speak French, so I don’t really know what he was saying to me, but it was just his tone of voice and the way he slammed the door on the way out that gave me the impression he didn’t like it.
So, concerts with new music and silent films and theatrical mashups with costumes, lights, multimedia with new music and silent film, and now immersive fulldome experiences with this bleeding-edge technology and all the stuff I wrote in the first part of this sentence.
So, it might not be one of my best transitions, but just like changing the key in a piece of music, sometimes you just pick your hands up off the piano and plop them down somewhere else. You just go there and it works. Ask your piano player friends to explain that further for you.
So our new immersive fulldome experience is like us all climbing up on a diving board – singer, band, even the drummer with all his crap, and springing headlong right into the movie. It’s like we’re all inside of it, along with all the actors in the movie, and it’s amazing. You can touch and feel every part of the story.
The guy in Paris is gonna hate it.
There are lots of these domes out there. Think IMAX theater on steroids. Got it? Great, now after you get that weird image out of your head, think about rocking one of our shows at your local planetarium.
Yep, everything we’re doing is going to really upset that French guy. Which is fine with me cuz he really kind of hurt my feelings and pissed me off all at the same time. I started to learn French just so I could call him a jerk if I ever see him again. Abruti.
And that abruti is also not invited to see AliƧin, which is coming to a fulldome near you. In a little bit, cuz we’re almost finished, but you can’t rush art damn it!
Okay, that’s enough. We got underwear, Paris, a rude French guy and fulldomes. Most of your email newsletters would make all that into like 6 different emails, but I know you can handle it so… there you go.
DUDE, is that a FULLDOME experience and what’s in it for me?
I think you better cut back on the steroids.
Bottomline it for me
– Underwear as triage
– We need answers EMTs
– Metropolis *is* the sci fi masterpiece of the silent era
– My score and songs for it kick ass
– Just ask the French (not that stupid abruti)
– AliƧin – you can’t rush art
That’s it, I’m not gonna get all mushy.
See ya ~ Kevin
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