I love YO GABBA GABBA. I don’t care what you say, DJ Lance, Muno, Broby, Foofa, Toodie and Plex have taught my daughter many valuable lessons–like the desirability of napping, for one. Not to throw objects at Daddy’s skull. Not biting. The value of “trying again” and “not giving up.” All set to surprisingly weird, offbeat songs which–in another venue and with other lyrics, one might find oneself enjoying at a club. They get good indie bands as guests, and Mark Mothersbaugh of DEVO is a regular. I know every song and every lyric by heart.
As a parent myself, I can completely relate to that.
Actually, it’s the computing environment and the OS that runs it, but I’ll take the giant-ass monitors, gloves, and touch-screens too. Those of you who have seen Minority Report will recall the old adage from Arthur C. Clarke about today’s science fiction being tomorrow’s science fact.
When I was a little kid, pre- the abomination that was Solid Gold, Don Kirshner’s show was where I saw a lot of the bands I would later listen to. For example the time when I saw this freak of nature named Joey Ramone and who I thought were his brothers play this hard, fast music called punk.