“…in the world, on March 2nd get to a TV.”
Twenty one years ago tonight, I did just as the voice commanded and knelt my 7th grade self in front of the biggest TV in our house. The commercial for the commercial underlined just how serious it would be.
The fainter and closer to eternal loss that a memory is, the more I love it…
For a long while, I could still picture the diner dance party, the Catholic school girls, and the skunky striped hair-do as clearly as I did the burning crosses and the waxy black Jesus.
But when one set of chaste images is banned after only one airing, sending the blasphemous others into ubiquitous iconography, of course my memories are bound to darken at different rates.
At last, through the power and glory of internet video, all are again resurrected, forever and ever. A-men.