So I re-watched “Pump Up the Volume” over Thanksgiving break. Arguably a cult classic starring Christian Slater and Samantha Mathis’ boobs. C’mon. Everybody knows (cue the soundtrack) it’s the most memorable part of the movie. What guy didn’t hope that a chick would just show up in his backyard one night to take off an oversized early-90s sweater revealing a bra-less top half? Well, for that matter, what girl didn’t remark enviously at her level of confidence? Or remark enviously for their own Christian Slater to pop in on… maybe… mmmmm.
Halfway through the movie I had a light bulb moment = Mark’s short wave radio show was the original blog!
Rambling soapbox thoughts of no great importance blasted out to whoever is listening with the occasional engaging call-in or comment. Yesterday’s audio outlet is today’s world wide web of written words. Whoever had a frequency can now just have an URL. What we once preset we now bookmark. Let the self-satisfying forum(s) live on!
Quasi related, I had dinner with an old AOL friend last night who now works in marketing for an internet radio company. Ah, the marriage of times. I can’t decide if that concept touts radio as foundationally tried and true or if it’s really a brand new multimedia step into the future. Maybe a little of both? Who knows.
I *do* know I prefer my rambling angst with a side of teenage heart throb and some bare skin. Moment of silence for the scene where Slater is shirtless, too.
Alas, you’ll have to scour the internets to enjoy that part. So be it.