Okay, so the broadband up and died on me in Bergen a few days ago and since then I've been traveling cross-country to the RIGHT side of Norway. I'm currently typing this on my sister
tiny_cs's laptop. So that's my excuse - and why I might appear slightly more sporadically in the near feature.
On the seven-hour trip I forced myself to listen to the entire Spaced Out compilation album - i.e. Shatner's infamous The Transformed Man record interspersed with Nimoy's illadvised venture into pop and country music. Oh my goodness.
I am pretty sure that Spaced Out is the best way to be introduced to The Transformed Man - somehow The Shat's spoken junkie rendition of 'Mr Tambourine Man' ("In the jingle... JANGLE... morning I'll come. Following you!") becomes infinitely more preferable when sandwiched between Nimoy's soulless karaoke attempts at 'If I had a hammer' ("The hammer is the Hammer of JUSTICE!" What is this, The Avengers?) and 'Where is love'. When I thought nothing could be worse than The Shatman shouting the lyrics to 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds' Nimoy was there, whiiining his way through 'Everybody's talkin''.
I'm pretty sure that if I had listened to The Transformed Man on its own it would have been a far more painful experience (well I rather liked the Shakespearean monologues). In any case, I can't see why that album has earned such a negative reputation - sure it's occasionally very very bad and ridiculous, but not soulcrushingly bad; it's a concept album, it was an attempt at something new - in stark contrast to Nimoy who struggles to do this and that song exactly like Kenny Rogers, or Dean Martin, or whoever. But I don't think I'll listen to any of those records again for a very long time.
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On the seven-hour trip I forced myself to listen to the entire Spaced Out compilation album - i.e. Shatner's infamous The Transformed Man record interspersed with Nimoy's illadvised venture into pop and country music. Oh my goodness.
I am pretty sure that Spaced Out is the best way to be introduced to The Transformed Man - somehow The Shat's spoken junkie rendition of 'Mr Tambourine Man' ("In the jingle... JANGLE... morning I'll come. Following you!") becomes infinitely more preferable when sandwiched between Nimoy's soulless karaoke attempts at 'If I had a hammer' ("The hammer is the Hammer of JUSTICE!" What is this, The Avengers?) and 'Where is love'. When I thought nothing could be worse than The Shatman shouting the lyrics to 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds' Nimoy was there, whiiining his way through 'Everybody's talkin''.
I'm pretty sure that if I had listened to The Transformed Man on its own it would have been a far more painful experience (well I rather liked the Shakespearean monologues). In any case, I can't see why that album has earned such a negative reputation - sure it's occasionally very very bad and ridiculous, but not soulcrushingly bad; it's a concept album, it was an attempt at something new - in stark contrast to Nimoy who struggles to do this and that song exactly like Kenny Rogers, or Dean Martin, or whoever. But I don't think I'll listen to any of those records again for a very long time.