Attack of the primary colors - by N.L. Belardes
I’m wondering what Bakersfieldians were thinking when they saw a cheesy red car with four guys buckled in, each with a primary color shirt as if trying out for Star Fleet Academy (minus the little badges). I think one actually looked like the Austalian-Asian version of Spock. But that’s beside the point. These guys were driving their car beneath the Bakersfield sign. If that isn’t enough for Uncle Buck to say from his crytal horse, “Geet off mah property!” And then to see this little red battery powered over-sized Fisher-Price bubble-toy car toodle-de-dooing down Bakersfield streets. And these guys inside with maniacal grins staring only the way grandma looks at you when she knows your hungry for her menudo. What a promo lead in as they played all the video from their cheesy car ride on two jumbotrons... Well, I’ve got to hand it to these guys. They have something going on to get that many kids screaming their names....
If you’ve never seen an ocean of kids. If you’ve ever wanted to laugh hard watching kid antics: kids running from their parents; kids saying silly things; kids being… themselves: falling down and being goofy, then the Wiggles concert was the place to be. I keep telling you that it’s the kids who are our future… and if the music starts with the Wiggles. Then so be it. And why not? I heard Guppy of the Filthies started his musical career playing a Fisher-Price drum: whapwhapwhap tuk tuk kaaaa… The music starts somewhere. Of course in the realm of academic excellence I’m certain there’s a lot of folks out there who say, “My kid’s ability to learn Wiggles songs, along with complex hand motions and two-step dance moves all while tackling frilled lizards ala Crocodile Dundee in the Aussie Outback… well that’s something, mate!” Yeah, I was there, and the highlight? No, not when the same kid twice ran from his mother after the purple Wiggle, Jeff; no, not when the little girl next to me hid her eyes, terrified of the giant Wiggle balloon shapes—her eyes peeking through her fingers. No, it was that all these people were insane for the Wiggles, and that as they were leaving (I was wayyyy at the top Pepsi Suite, so could see backstage from my precarious angle) it was when the Wiggles ran from backstage and they turned and could see me in my big dumb straw cowboy hat waving at them like I was two (I’m three) and one of them tripped and fell… yeah… it was a wiggly moment to behold for sure.
If you’ve never seen an ocean of kids. If you’ve ever wanted to laugh hard watching kid antics: kids running from their parents; kids saying silly things; kids being… themselves: falling down and being goofy, then the Wiggles concert was the place to be. I keep telling you that it’s the kids who are our future… and if the music starts with the Wiggles. Then so be it. And why not? I heard Guppy of the Filthies started his musical career playing a Fisher-Price drum: whapwhapwhap tuk tuk kaaaa… The music starts somewhere. Of course in the realm of academic excellence I’m certain there’s a lot of folks out there who say, “My kid’s ability to learn Wiggles songs, along with complex hand motions and two-step dance moves all while tackling frilled lizards ala Crocodile Dundee in the Aussie Outback… well that’s something, mate!” Yeah, I was there, and the highlight? No, not when the same kid twice ran from his mother after the purple Wiggle, Jeff; no, not when the little girl next to me hid her eyes, terrified of the giant Wiggle balloon shapes—her eyes peeking through her fingers. No, it was that all these people were insane for the Wiggles, and that as they were leaving (I was wayyyy at the top Pepsi Suite, so could see backstage from my precarious angle) it was when the Wiggles ran from backstage and they turned and could see me in my big dumb straw cowboy hat waving at them like I was two (I’m three) and one of them tripped and fell… yeah… it was a wiggly moment to behold for sure.
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