From the Braver Institute
I am told that the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences had their annual shindig known as the Academy Awards, which is more commonly called the Oscars because any event name with more than one word is much too time consuming to say and even more of a hassle to type. I suspect that at the rate text messages are eroding the language these awards will simply be called the Osks by the end of the decade, if it hasn’t already happened.
Anyway, I didn’t watch the show because I just don’t care. I did hear a couple of names of people who won an award or were nominated or were in some way involved in the event. Upon hearing these names I realized that my transformation from me being me to me being my dad is moving along nicely. The names of these apparent celebrities were of no more significance to me than a random selection of names from the phone book. Actually random names from the phone book have a better chance of significance to me than most of Hollywood’s A-list.
I remember thinking that my parents were so clueless and outof touch with reality when I would mention the names of movie stars or musicians that had captured my attention and they would say “who?” How on earth could these people be alive and not know who the celeb du jour is?
As a kid I was a big fan of Ted Nugent. He was the meanest, nastiest rock and roller out there and when I would play his records (very loudly, of course) my dad would holler at me to “turn that racket down!” My dad had no clue who Ted Nugent was. How could he not know who Ted Nugent was after having listened to him (not by choice) so much?
As many readers may know, Ted spent a fair amount of time in the Upper Peninsula and it wasn’t unheard of to run into the guy from time to time. This very thing happened to my kid sister, Badger Annie, and my mom at a restaurant in Marquette. As they were walking in, Ted was leaving. The Badger said to my mother, “there’s Ted Nugent.” Ted tipped his hat and quickly walked out the door. My mom replied, “isn’t that one of Waye’s friends?”
I was clueless as to how my parents could be so clueless about such important people.
Now that I am the age that my parents were then, I can easily see how they had no interest at all in the fantasy land of the entertainment industry. They were too busy living the realness of their lives to care about phoniness of the lives in the spotlight.
The people that were important to them weren’t on a stage, or a silver screen, or a magazine cover. The people that were important to them were the people that were around them every day. I was important to them.
And so it has come full-circle. I couldn’t possibly care less about who’s who in Hollywood or anywhere else in the entertainment industry. Don’t get me wrong, I like watching movies and listening to music, but the people who bring us entertainment are nothing more than people I don’t know. I can respect their talent and can be impressed by their work but that is of little importance to me. The celebrities in my life are my family members and my friends. They do some incredible things and the rest of the world will most likely never know it.
Perhaps the only difference between me now and my dad then is that I might not yell if Ted Nugent was being played loudly … then again, I might.
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