Last Night my wife took me on a surprise date. She even wrote me a cute little love note. It was cool, and because I have been so busy with Milk N' Honey and recording and what not, I haven't really been able to spend some quality time with her. So I was excited. First we went and ate at the Pizza Pie Cafe, tried to down a cookie monster, then went to pond skimming, then walked around the MC for awhile, looking at the little exhibit the school has about the history of Ricks.
Then she took me to the Edwards Theatre down in Idaho Falls and what did she take me to see? That's right, the Justin Bieber Movie. Going into it, I had the mindset of it being hilariously cheesy and just like one of those TERRIBLE Hillary Duff movies or Miley Cyrus weaklings. I also thought it would be an overload of tweenage girls screaming at the top of their lungs, completely blinded by the naivete they are showing for an obviously processed teen idol who will be as popular next year as Furbys are now.
First of all, it was a total documentary with some okay visuals and legit emotions. Plus, there was no Mop-haired kid constantly being interviewed and saying, "Ya, I love my mom. I love all my fans. Baby Baby OO!" In fact, the kid wasn't even interviewed once. The film os more about the story. Its more about the people behind the scenes.
But back to the weirdness--I feel at a really weird impass: "How do I say that I liked the film and therefore kind of like Justin Bieber without doing violence to my intellect?" I don't care for his music, I think he has a lot of potential and individuality and so I'd be surprised if he always made Disney-esque hits. I don't know what to do, but all I can say is, you should see the show. Its sick.
-Austin
ps- Look for Kickstarter for "A" album artwork next week.
pps- Bieber inspired me to start a twitter
