There was a show from the late 70s which was a remake. It was called Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. It was about a very hairy chested, macho astronaut who woke up 500 years in the future after his shuttle was frozen. The plots of the show revolved around Buck Rogers saving the day through his obnoxious libido. The moral was that the future would really need more testosterone. I loved it, but would be embarrassed to share it with my six year old today.
Time’s Up, Buck (as Told by Twiki the Robot)
You woke up on that pirate ship From a centuries frozen nap. You thought your trip was over You said you’d lost your map. You can’t walk the plank in space So they sent you on your way. And that’s when we found you. It was your lucky day.
I immediately protested. There’s no room for extra lodgers. Well, let me introduce myself, he said My name is Captain Rogers. I was on a mission And I guess things ran amuck And please don’t call me Captain My friends all call me Buck.
They placed me as your sidekick. Robot and the troglodyte You can guess which one of us I didn’t think was bright. You had the charm to spare But your jokes were all offensive You’d nod and wink and say No need to be defensive!
And then it happened. You made your last mistake. Your hand was in the cookie jar. It was all that I could take You sexually harassed Captain Wilma Deering. And I said Beedee, Beedee, Beedee Or were you hard of hearing?
It was a fatal accident! I didn’t hear him scream abort Or hear the buzzing danger sirens It’s right there on my report. He again became a block of ice As he flew right out the airlock No one said it would be easy To be a toxic space jock. My metal hand waved goodbye I bet he was a pirate spy
And as for me and Wilma Deering There will be no more buccaneering!
After I moved back to my home town with my wife and new baby, we quickly started getting out in the community. We had to. Even though a slower pace was one of the reasons that we moved here after having lived in Atlanta, we weren’t quite ready for the shift.
The place that we were drawn to most was the small independent book store in Zebulon, A Novel Experience. We wanted our lil’ one to get out, see people and to hear language in many different places, so we were pleased to learn that this newly found book store offered readings every Saturday morning for anyone who was willing to come by and sit. Unfortunately, shortly after we started going, our regular storyteller had to relinquish her Saturdays and we were left with only books.
Magic is Science was an art collective that I began with two other artists (2010-2012). The purpose was to bring a pop-culture aware show to the Atlanta art scene. Gone were the pedantic shows of wine and cheese (we had beer and cookies). The number of artists involved grew, and so did the number of shows.
The last show was themed around the movie The NeverEnding Story. Garnering great reviews from local publications, our last show was even featured on SuperPunch. Prints can be found at Society6.
The following selection was performed at Write Club Atlanta in 2011.
All I have to say is that FORM WILL ALWAYS FOLLOW FUNCTION.
This one line should suffice. I’m sure you’ve all heard the legend of the one-word, college-philosophy exam. The one word, WHY? One confident student writes down a two-word reply, turns the paper in and walks out. The two words, WHY NOT?
I only wish that I were that bold.
FORM ALWAYS FOLLOWS FUNCTION. Here’s my paper, Thank you and GOOD NIGHT.
Like any paper I need to give attribution to the work that isn’t mine. The aesthetic wisdom that I have given you belongs to Frank Lloyd Wright’s mentor, Louis Sullivan. And even Wright’s most well known work, Fallingwater, serves a FUNCTION. It’s a home, a shelter; place to keep us dry from the rain, warm in the winter and until 3 years ago, a good investment. It’s a perfect example of FORM following FUNCTION.