Well. He’s Back. The ALF has returned, but it is nothing at all like I thought it would be. I had expected a joyous triumph , proof positive of the unbroken spirit of the artist. I had expected the old joie de vivre’ the fearlessness, the ready for anything hero figure that once seemed his birthright .
Instead he is different. May be not afraid, but certainly anxious. What can he have experienced out there that was so different from the thousands of years he had lived on earth previously? He had always been hunted but as he once explained to me he had been able to deflect the superstitious emotions enough to convince his assailants that he was one of them.
Maybe it’s me. Maybe it is the passage of time. Norma is still with him. I know now that she will never leave him. She remains as radiant as ever, maybe more so.
Until I know what’s going on I have to make a request. Please may no attempt to contact ALF. He used to accept such behavior with a measure of graciousness but as of now it’s not a good idea.
Part of this notion is the so called Pinball Paradigm. “Pinball” was an idea put forth by a writer named Jerzy Kazinski about a pop star who never appeared in public. Then there was the John Lennon idea of “Bagism” wherein the artist, or a substitute would appear in public only in black bags. Andy Warhol used a variant of this by sending out Andy Warhol impersonators to events he could not attend personally. Winston Churchill as well sent out voice imitators to give radio propaganda speeches when he was otherwise indisposed.
The ALF likes, or liked, the idea of remaining anonymous - for obvious reasons. And as Norma said to me one time “They think they know so much. They think they know who their heroes and leaders and Gods and villains are – but they know nothing, only what they are told.” She went on to say that the ALF was among other things very sensitive to sounds and beings.
But he’s different now. Darker. I knew that the happy go lucky thing was an act – and most people did, to some degree or another, but this new thing. I don’t mind telling you I don’t care for it. We’ve waited years for his return and he returns a different alien! The years have not brought us together, but rather driven us apart.
The only thing that comes to mind is a coldly analytical judgment. As Norma mentioned one time, he has a far deeper understand of the laws of songwriting then Supreme Court Justices have of the legal system. He has put more hours and years into the study of his craft. At this point he is not impressed by praise.
Interuption “Impressions? how deep”
Tamlin “ALF? Is that you?”
ALF “ME am Linton Rodgers and the white male death cult”
Tamlin “Care to comment on what I’m saying?“
“What? And spoil the mood?
“Spoil it , friend”
“You’d be a nice guy – if you only had a little more money”
“Spoken like a true artist”
“Yeah, well thank God, I can still see myself in others and they can see themselves in me. And one problem is we don’t get rewarded for what we do, but for what we are. The Tudors took it a step further – we are rewarded for who we pretend to be. As you can imagine this can sicken one.
And what is heartbreaking is to spend a lot of time leaving space in my life for others to do things and they haven’t bothered.. because they are into this being trip. All hail lord king gu fu, the sun king cometh, and so on.” The stupider people are the more convinced they are geniuses – which makes sense because the stupider you are the less you are able to realize your stupidity.
And what we are, quite often, we ain’t. We may like to think we are and lo the broken dreams when we discover we ain’t.
Let's face it – most people don't want to spend 16 hours a day, 365 a year learning something that they are going to forget when they die. They have other things to do like watch TV, drink beer and jerk off.
It stinks – realizing that one may not be understood till years after they are gone. But God knows you have to decide what to do and do it. Plus Nobodies completely alone – there's always others – it's just the higher up you go the fewer the companions.
The rest is self evident – we create fictive beings who we expect to actually think and recreate and they don’t – they just follow orders, like the scumbags in the Micro Computer centers who refuse to honor a warrantee because of some slip up in the fine print. They are all god damn safe because they live in machines and the machines protect them and nurture them and then they die.
And then they die and then they die boo hoo
It’s all too bloody tragic Stand by me Tamlin and I’ll stand by you when the night has come and the day is dark, till the last silver triangle crumbles to the sea till the bells of hell are silent, that’s why I am here ask me no more
Sure, sure? ALF?
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