By now, you've probably already seen William Shatner return to his beatnik phase by doing over Sarah Palin's farewell speech. But hey, here it is just in case you missed it.
But it made me think back fondly to the days when Shatner was the only way to get stoned in style. I must be one of the few people with an actual copy of The Transformed Man - no you can't have it - in which he does over Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and Mr. Tambourine Man.
You can find Shatnerized versions of these masterpieces on YouTube, and once seen they are indelible in the mind, never forgotten, brain cells wasted on nothing, overloading and ruining the hard drive, and immediately explain how we came up with the verb "to shatner".
As in: was it a good performance? He shatnerized the song in a way beyond belief, he shatnered all over it.
Shatner even achieved the distinction of having his version of the Beatles voted the worst cover of all time.
I blame trekkies most of all for this desecration of all that's holey, but worshippers at the shameless temple of triple smoked ham mugging in Boston Legal should also take a share of latter day blame.
I thought Palin might be able to come back from her mid-term resignation, but when you've been shatnered on from a great height by the master, it's going to be a long hard road back. I mean take a look at what Billy Shatner did to a tune which referred to a very good year or two.
Watching Shatner do music seems very much like the end of western civilization as we know it.
Still it makes a change from listening to the dirges of Tony Abbott and Peter Costello, not to mention the collective shatnering of life offered up by commentariat columnists. But why does Captain Kirk remind me of Abbott and Costello? Is it the smirk?
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