It's odd the sort of craving one gets. This is a statement which actually diverts attention from the fact that what I really mean to say is that it's odd the sort of cravings that I get. I suspect others have similar quirks but, really, I should own up to my own quirks shouldn't I? So I contacted Mark the other night who is responsible for turning me and many many others on to the brilliance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I really really really needed to hear The Origin of Love. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet he was able to fulfill my request and I listened to it at least six times in a row, perhaps waking up the neighbors with my vocalizing. I was compelled by this song (or more accurately, this song in the context of the Hedwig story arc) long before I understood (thanks again to Mark) that it was a musical rendition of Aristophane's speech from Plato's Symposium.
I can trace my Hedwig recharge to last week's New York Times article (likely now in the "archives") on Stephen Trask who wrote the music for the play/film. He was quoted as saying a couple of things that just struck a chord:
"Very early on I realized that the story of the world that was presented to us by the media was not actually anything that happened or is happening. The structures are fake. When I was growing up, we went on a trip out West, and there was a spot called the Four Corners, where four states come together. Out there, where they have the Grand Canyon and all these magnificent natural occurrences, people would actually drive to the Four Corners and treat it as a natural wonder, when it's only there because some guy took a ruler and made a line."
And most of all:
"Even though it's not true, you have to think of the world as being run by a conspiracy of you and your friends."
In related news, the Hedwig site tells me that Dia's glamrockstar name is "Pink Freak" and mine is "Tasty Fantasy." That'd be Dr. Fantasy to you.