I may as well come out with it, now that I've dissed Phil Spector and his tedious wall of sound crap, that I've outgrown fireworks. You've seen 58 fireworks displays, you've seen them all. Not to mention the heavy metal and other poison they spread, not to mention the frequent forest fire danger. I'm surprised we haven't had a huge one here in Maine since the Republican idiots legalized private fireworks displays, it's just a matter of time before there is one. If not here then in New Hampshire where that spread from.
I watched my boot-leg copy of the Jean Shepherd 4th of July movie again and I've found that that's gotten old, too. Love Jean Shepherd but only his more obscure work, now. There isn't much that doesn't get old. Well, apart from genius, Laura Nyro, for example. Never get tired of her music.
I'm getting too much fun out of causing outrage by blaspheming pop culture. It's so funny when the self-appointed anti-snobs go all Hyacinth Bucket when you diss pop culture.
Well, I'd better cut this out, despite it being hellishly not. Those beans aren't weeding themselves.