First of all, I want to apologize for insinuating that Michael Nesmith’s “Elephant Parts” is of “questionable value.” It’s not only funny, in a campy sort of way, but it’s fairly groundbreaking in its use of music videos – this was back in the late 70’s. For those of you not aware, Michael Nesmith essentially invented MTV. I watched the commentary on the DVD and there’s a lot of interesting information about how he figured out what did and didn’t work in creating videos. I also appreciate when he mentions several times how certain scenes began as bits at dinner that they found funny and decided to write and film. If I did that with all the bits I’ve done and observed at meals, rehearsals, backstage, on tour, wherever, I’d have a whole volume of videos. Maybe I should start.
When I was a freshman in college, my appendix ruptured. For almost a month afterwards, I didn’t have much of an appetite, and I was specifically repulsed by the idea of hot food. For some reason, that feeling has returned, 13 years later. I feel hungry, but nothing sounds good to eat. Although yesterday afternoon, peanut butter Oreos sounded good, so I had six. Gotta listen to your body, you know.