We were all born kings. We were carried around on tuffets and sedan chairs and sat on thrones. Queens paraded us through the streets and we waved and everyone waved back. We were kings of the world. Do something worthy of that great station. Make a prince with your consort and keep the whole ball of wax rolling along.
We here at the BSBFB believe human beings, especially male human beings, could use a little more unstructured folderol in their lives.
So, for instance, here we have ingredients: An ocean to jump in, a little bike to ride, a little duct tape and foam, and a bunch of friends. There aren’t any rules. Just amuse yourself and your friends. That’s it. If this isn’t unstructured folderol, I don’t know what is. I’m sure they all went home sunburned and scraped and happy. The only problem, if there is one, is the camera.
We’re watching this on YouTube, so it would be easy to say that we’re part of this problem. But when the desire to produce a video artifact trumps the desire to do the actual thing, the world is upside down and backwards. Which it is.
Duct tape some foam on your kid’s bike and roll off a cliff into the ocean, and make a video. That’s fine. We’ll watch it, I promise. Go the next day, without the camera, just because you want to, and the same thing becomes sublime.
All the babysitting advice I ever needed I got from the Three Stooges: “No bones, no potato chips.” Other than that, kids are up for anything. Of course they prefer to ride on the handlebars, but you can’t have everything. Bonus points for the Vanity Fare soundtrack.
(Thanks to our good friend Johnny Glendale for sending that one along)
If David Lynch ever made a PSA, this would be it.
Soulless monkey-faced kids riding their bikes into the gaping jaws of doom. Nifty, but I feel there is a deeper metaphor than just bicycle safety at work here. Every so often I get a hint of it, but I can’t crack the code. I almost get the feeling they were trying to make an [begin quotey fingers] educational [end quotey fingers] film of some sort. That can’t be right though — the mental image of those monstrosities continuously haunts my dreams. This was obviously meant to be a horror film. A horror film with a message that I think I have the hang of.
Buy a car.