Pink Floyd runs through my life and for the last 20 years the memory associations with the work has meant I simply cannot listen to it anymore.
When I first listened to that lyric from Nobodys Home, The Wall, it seemed improbable to me with a mere 3 channels that you could have 13 channels of TV and there being nothing to watch.
Well, live long enough and you will see everything.
I must have choice of well over 100 channels (never been bored enough to count them and I hope I have the strength of character to blown my own brains out before I do) and its come more than true. If only it was limited to 13 channels of shit but they are all infected with it to a greater or lesser extent and often simultaneously.
Firstly I dont have long enough left on this earth to do all the things I wish to do so the idea of spending 20minutes or more of every hour watching adverts for crap i dont need/want or cannot afford is just too grim to contemplate. Then add the opening and closing credits add to the misery of it all. And recently the growing tendency to give you a recap at the beginning of each segment the feeling you are simply pissing your life away grows.
My initial reaction to this was simply multi-task, ie have the TV on and do something else. All this meant was I did not see the program I thought I wished to watch while also breaking my concentration with regard the other activity.
My latest battle against the banal is record everything I wish to watch and skip the adverts title sequences and all the other sawdust and packing which seems to go into making a TV prog nowadays.
One interesting side effect of this is, it would appear I did not want to watch it in the first place.
Despite an ever growing DVD hard-drive I dont seem to have time spare to even watch versions of the programs I can strip of its shit.
This really is just an extension of my "Jardine" moment and the ever increasing desire to lighten and simplify.
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