the shadow penis was a highlight for me. I was choking back the laughter and trying not to point out the obvious because there were twee ones in the room.
I thought his was miles better than the shiteous Rolling Stones' performance last year, but then again, the bar was pretty low.
As I noted on my blog, I was wondering how in the world they got Aunt Jemima to perform the halftime show. And who knew that Aunt Jemima had a shadow penis?
John over at AmericaBlog received a pic from one of his minions. Here goes: http://americablog.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-did-anybody-catch-princes-musical.html
Ah, Shadow Penis art makes a comeback! As a student of theatrical history, I can tell you that this sort of puppet show was very popular back in the days of Racine and Moliere. (Props for recognizing who those two are, Landru) and I am not surprised to see an artist so deeply in touch with his heritage bringing back an art form so long left in the archives.
Remember that 2nd and 1? Two mishandled snaps later, and I knew how the game was going to end . . .
I wonder if the two snicker's eating auto mechanics ripped more hair off their chest after realizing they'd just watched Prince six times on their tivo.
Interesting mix of homoerotic homophobia (or is it homophobic homoerotica? I get confused) that American football.
Demonic shadow penis? Being of a pure and clean mind I saw no such thing. I also thought my hometown boy did quite well. Certainly better than the last few halftime shows.
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7 comments:
So was the whole demonic shadow penis to give us the heads up that we weren't going to get to see his nipple? That this one was for the boys?
the shadow penis was a highlight for me. I was choking back the laughter and trying not to point out the obvious because there were twee ones in the room.
I thought his was miles better than the shiteous Rolling Stones' performance last year, but then again, the bar was pretty low.
As I noted on my blog, I was wondering how in the world they got Aunt Jemima to perform the halftime show. And who knew that Aunt Jemima had a shadow penis?
John over at AmericaBlog received a pic from one of his minions. Here goes:
http://americablog.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-did-anybody-catch-princes-musical.html
Ah, Shadow Penis art makes a comeback! As a student of theatrical history, I can tell you that this sort of puppet show was very popular back in the days of Racine and Moliere. (Props for recognizing who those two are, Landru) and I am not surprised to see an artist so deeply in touch with his heritage bringing back an art form so long left in the archives.
Remember that 2nd and 1? Two mishandled snaps later, and I knew how the game was going to end . . .
I wonder if the two snicker's eating auto mechanics ripped more hair off their chest after realizing they'd just watched Prince six times on their tivo.
Interesting mix of homoerotic homophobia (or is it homophobic homoerotica? I get confused) that American football.
Demonic shadow penis? Being of a pure and clean mind I saw no such thing. I also thought my hometown boy did quite well. Certainly better than the last few halftime shows.
We called him "Glyph" btw, when he was TAFKAP.
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