Silly Little Country

No Breasts and a Prescription for Cialis

Daniel Kalder has a great post looking at the recent tendency of whoever organizes the Superbowl entertainment to choose old coots to perform at half-time.

So it seems that the rules if you want to perform at the Superbowl post- Janet Jackson are

1. No breasts, and thus no women
   
2. If you are a man, then you must have a prescription for Cialis.

Now before anybody accuses me of ageism let me say this: I have nothing against venerable singers and guitarists, etc. A month or so back on this very site I sang the praises of King Crimson, who are very old indeed, if not exactly Super Bowl material. Johnny Cash did some of his best work in his 60s and 70s,

and later observes:

I’m also a bit suspicious that these geriatric Super Bowl acts are those bands much beloved of the dismal late 60s Baby Boomer generation that has had a death grip on Western culture since the 80s at least, forcing its own nostalgia for a long passed youth down everybody else’s gullet. These coots just won’t let go: ‘Teenage Wasteland’ indeed. It’s enough to make you nostalgic for Janet Jackson’s nipple.

I find it hard to believe that these entertainment decisions are a draw; certainly I would have paid more attention had it been Lady GaGa than the (to me) tedious Daltrey and Townshend.

posted by Alan Adamson @ 7:00 AM