My friend Todd told me about this Swedish YouTube show called Experiment Ensam, where the protagonists conduct a social experiment by doing communal activities alone. He sent it because of the most amazing episode of the show, where Bob Dylan performs for an audience of one. That is insane.
But the series of YouTube episodes, which also involve doing things like walking on coals and karaoke, brought me back to my personal fishing habits, especially of the past year. Recently, on many of the days where I found time to fish, I fished alone. Due to whatever circumstance (and for God’s sake don’t register this as a complaint) most of my fishing came in stolen moments–times where I slipped out with a rod and a fly box and took joy not necessarily in the catching but just in being able to do it at all.
I posted several years ago about the virtues of solitude. I still dig it.
There is also no doubt that part of the appeal of the fly fishing community is taking part in the fly fishing community. Is fishing alone worth it? Is there value in experiences that are not shared experiences, that live and die within you? I say, Yes.
But there’s this new twist: In this era of social communication, does fishing alone and then posting about it constitute a shared experience? Maybe. After all, our man’s “solo” experience with Bob Dylan has (as of this typing) 502,420 views. But then again, according to this Rolling Stone article about the video, he refuses to watch it.
He doesn’t want to ruin it in his mind.
“Everyone is influenced by everybody but you bring it down home the way you feel it.” –Thelonious Monk
These kids played on Letterman and I liked the song so I listened to it again.
The baseline reminded me of this song from the Raconteurs:
Jack White supposedly gets pissed about this sort of thing (witness his feud with the Black Keys), which is funny because he basically states in the documentary It Might Get Loud that his idea for the guitar-drums ensemble came from watching the Flat Duo Jets, before they added a bass player. (He also raves about them in Two Headed Cow):
But, hey, it’s ok to be influenced by someone else. Witness these J Roddy Walston and the Business fellows…
..who have a Kings of Leon vibe…
But then to me they all sound a bit like Uncle Tupelo covering the Stooges:
And Uncle Tupelo is among the best of my generation and they are both heavily influenced and original all at once, which is the best kind of thing…
So bring it down home kids, there’s always room for more.
The working thesis is that both I-75 and I-95 feed into the state, so every person in the midwest and the northeast who’s ranging from slightly off to full-on just heads south until they run out of options. Seth Myers’ new bit taps into the evidence supporting that theory, the insane Florida news cycle.
The good thing about the skit, and the continuous stream of news reports that inspired it, is that now people will believe us–we being the people with Florida roots who share personal anecdotes of encounters in this vein, only to have others think we’re making this shit up. (We are not.)
You don’t even need dig deep to experience it, just drive down any stretch of Federal Highway until you come across a Denny’s. Spend 20 minutes inside after midnight and you’re good to go.
A reading of the people’s poet.
With all due respect to the famous “cowbell” skit, which incredibly mixes Christopher Walken, Blue Oyster Cult and banded bottom shirts, there is another VHL Storytellers parody involving Will Ferrell that’s even better:
And, as long as we’re going down this road, there’s another I’d put up there with any of them. As Mr. Tarkanian, the Angry Boss. (Note with appreciation the little dance he pulls off at 3:04.)