The Wiz and Pink

or... How I Lost and Hour and a Half of My Life (That I Can Never Get Back) and Wasted a Six-Pack of Perfectly Good Beer


I'm so disgusted that I don't know where to start.

All that HYPE! My radio peers on competing stations went on and on about how fabulous it was... Water coolers buzzed about how cool it was... Pale, pink-eyed people with no chance of ever getting laid devoted web sites to it...

So, we decided that we would give it a whirl. I found a web site (out of DOZENS dedicated to this sham) and downloaded instructions on when to start the CD and how to tell if it's in synch or not. Fine. I looked forward to trying this finally.

We did it, drank our beers and ate popcorn.

It finished.

My wife and I looked at each other and she said, "Maybe you have to be REALLY stoned to get it."

To which I replied, "You'd have to be in a fucking COMA to get it!".

I couldn't fathom any human being getting stoned enough to think that there is a correlation between the 1936 film, "The Wizard of Oz" and the 1973 Pink Floyd masterpiece, "Dark Side of the Moon".

Maybe it's because I'm over 30...
Maybe it's because I have a life...
But I just didn't get it...