Fringe fest

I just returned from a one-man show at the Fringe festival, called 'Between Takeoff and Landing', by a guy named Michael Walsh, about his experience being rerouted to Gander while flying from Dublin to NYC on September 11, 2001. It was good, athough my mind wandered once or twice. Still, he played multiple characters, and quite well, and for the most part got the accents, except that his Newfie accent was a bit too Irish, although I know it's not an easy one to pull off. At least he made the 'an' sound, as in Gander, or man, sound kind of American and drawn out, and got the short 'O' right: Newfies pronounce 'hot' or 'Tom' like 'haht' or Tahm', as do Cape Bretoners, more like Americans than Canadians, who for the most part tend to be midway between British and American pronunciation on the 'O', at least. Sort of Brit pronunciation, but more drawn out, like the Yanks: 'hoht' or 'Tohm', I guess.

Anyhow, saw the show, then headed to work, where I am now, typing away. Hated coworker Julien was here, ignored my arrival, and of course played Radiohead at his desk. I am starting to feel that someone has to lampoon not Radiohead itself, but the cult and aura that surround the band, and the tediousness of its fans, sorta the way Kids in the Hall did for 'Doors fans'. It seems to be mainly straight, pseudo-intellectual young male students who love Radiohead. I can't say I'm a fan. Definitely candidates for the academy of the overrated.