You could not have picked a better metaphor! One day, I may share the true story of The Monkees and the stolen limo, and Mutiny at the Bounty. But not right now.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Sometimes, scanning the list of posts on FFL searching for one that I > find interesting enough to reply to, I find myself also searching for a > metaphor to explain the sense of incredulity I feel at the > same-old-same-old repetitiveness of it all. This morning I came up with > such a metaphor, and it made me laugh, so I'll pass it along. Consider > this my version of Bhairitu's "The Funny Farm Lounge" metaphor. :-) > > Reading FFL is like stumbling across a weird group of fanatical Monkees > fans. They get together in cyberspace and endlessly talk about the glory > days of Mickey, Davy, Peter and Michael as if they were gods. They argue > about which songs were most cosmically important, and the deep esoteric > meaning of their lyrics. When other musicians' names come up, the > Monkees fans get angry and feel that they have to put them down, because > however good these other musicians may be, after all they're not the > Monkees. Some are so fanatical and so enduringly loyal to the Monkees > that they think anyone who gets caught attending a concert by any other > musician should be banned from the Monkees Fan Club for life as the > heretics they are. But the most amazing part is that the fan club is > still going strong, still doing all of this every day, 40+ years after > the popularity of the group they revere jumped the shark. > > And all of this for a pop group that wasn't very good in the first > place. >
