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Sunday, January 19, 2003 The MeFi kids are talking about Johnny Cash's version of NIN's "Hurt". Among the various remarks, we may observe this remarkably ignorant comment:
Apparently just because you're 70 years old and have nothing left to prove in a recording career stretching back to 1955, and you're in such poor physical condition now that your latest album could be your last, isn't enough to entitle you to record songs by whoever you damn well like. I'm sure the least of the man in black's problems right now is wondering how cool he looks... Tex posts again from amidst the fires.
I don't know exactly how far 33 kilometres is. However, I know this much... when I'm in a cab coming home from the city, at the point where Flinders St shades into Anzac Parade, there's a big street sign announcing that it's 13km to La Perouse. I can imagine that distance, so just try and picture 2½ times that... insert fainting sound here.
Wasn't going to blog today, but this story had to be pointed out.
Mel, you needn't flatter yourself that these people hate you personally. You're right, people do get hangups when their Lord and Saviour gets put up on the screen, but they don't get these hangups just because YOU're doing it. Martin Scorsese's Last Temptation of Christ attracted protests left right and centre and is still banned in some countries. Other countries, including the UK, used to ban all screen depictions of the anointed one. I saw a documentary once about Jesus films which had a clip from a mid-1930s French film called Golgotha where you heard the man's voice but never saw him because he wasn't allowed to be shown on screen there even then. Shit, just about any treatment of him in any form, let alone film, is liable to piss someone off. It's not just YOU, Gibbo. Thanks to Adam for the link (I've finally added him properly to the blogroll)... |
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