When I was a kid I would go to summer camp every year. One year ( I was probably 14 or 15) we went to Bear Lake. As we were riding in the car with our leader we wanted to listen to music that we had brought and our leader let us put in a tape. We got to listen to about 12 seconds of our music. Apparently my scout master wasn't a big fan of Iron Maiden. Instead he suggested we listen to some morally cryptic, didactic sap fest from the 1970's that sounded a little like Pink Floyd with Mr. Rogers as their frontman. The whole ride up to Bear Lake I was seriously creeped out that I was going to be sleeping in a tent for a week next to a guy that listened to this garbage. This was the same year that in Jr. High they made me read "Jonathan Livingston Seagull", another hippy inspired, reeking of sentimentality, gag job, so I was convinced that all adults were a bunch of Stewart Smalley clones. No wonder I wanted to listen to Iron Maiden. Anyways, you're probably wondering what this acid laced rant is all about. Last night I was reading a book when this song popped into my head. I couldn't figure out where it was from. After quite some time I realized it was one of the cheesy songs I was forced to listen to on the drive to scout camp. I spent the next 45 minutes searching the internet to find the name of that song. I knew it was about a round headed boy who was ostracized from a world of pointy headed people and travelled through some strange kingdom with only his dog Arrow by his side on a journey to understand himself and find his real worth, so I knew I would have my work cut out for me; there are a million songs out there about that same thing. Finally, I found out that it's called "Me and my Arrow" and not only is it a song it's also a cartoon that you can watch on youtube. So, if you ever feel that you don't belong or you just need to know that it's ok to be you, you can watch this clip:
But don't settle for those few minutes when you can watch the whole 90 minute cartoon. I did. The whole cartoon is called "the Point" and I can see why my scout master liked it so much. Pure genius.
2 comments:
With a background like you have just described, I am utterly amazed that you are as normal as a person can be. Somewhere in your youth or childhood, you must have done something good.
I almost had a seizure watching the minute version of it. I think it's called "The Point" because their is none.
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