the ocean

Because I am incredibly Type A and tend to plans things months in advance, I am already working on writing the show I hope to perform in April 2026. As in, I already have about 3/4 of the songs written. At times, my tendency towards compulsion can be problematic, as when I'm supposed to be writing up-to-the-minute topical parodies, but end up with the Coldplay Kiss Cam warmed over nearly a year later. Fortunately, though, the subject of my April show will be the '90s, and they don't seem likely to change much in the coming months. Still lots of flannels and Seinfeld, I would imagine.

The actual problem I am having is that there is just so much that is interesting to me about the '90s! (And potentially not interesting to anyone else, may I add.) I mean, I could do twenty minutes on the mid-decade swing dancing craze alone. Or the fashions on Supermarket Sweep. Or the devolution of Designing Women. Which is not to say that I should or will do any of these things. But I have some real passion here.

And the music! How could I possibly to justice to Alanis Morissette or the ladies of Lilith Fair? Does anyone actually want to hear me attempt grunge? I can 100% tell you that I should not rap, but I hope no one mistakes that for a lack of enthusiasm for Snoop Dogg (before he became a brand) or Lauryn Hill (before she decided to focus on Facebook rants). What about America's brief flirtation with ska? Or the insidious creep of teen pop late in the decade? So much ground to cover.

And news. Desert Storm, OJ, Oklahoma City, Lewinsky, Columbine all sort of seemed like era-defining events, but haven't better people than me already covered them pretty extensively? And no one wants to hear me share deep thoughts, but should I or anyone really try to mine these events for humor? 

God, it is so difficult to be perhaps the foremost artistic genius of our time. Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.