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The show had no narrative as such; instead, Rollins jumped from one subject to another with the eagerness of a puppy in a junkyard. By this point in time Rollins is something of a household name, a full-scale media being who projects his persona so bluntly that it’s impossible to tell which parts are really him and which parts are strictly showbiz. He’s almost entirely shed the menacing punk-rocker image that got him through his road-dog career with Black Flag in the '80s and Rollins Band in the '90s, although, on a sub-textual level, Rollins’ punk-legend status gives him a lot of leverage, credibility-wise, when he starts riffing on elliptical machines or how he hates eating at Subway.
Indeed, most of the non-political jokes revolved around low-brow observations on how ridiculous it is being Henry Rollins—working out to Slayer in hotel fitness centers, having surreal run-ins with David Lee Roth (the man does a priceless Diamond Dave impression). An over-the-top sense of self-deprecation pervaded the show, as when Rollins related a story about how arousing it was for him to get patted down by NSA officers at an airport.
But the self-professed political junkie had the audience in the palm of his hand when he started talking politicas, particularly a trip he made to Islamabad, Pakistan, the week Benazir Bhutto was assassinated. “For the last eight years,” he opined, “George Bush has been my travel agent: every place he says hates America, I’m there.” All the little details, from his impersonation of an armed hotel bellhop to his descriptions of what burning tires smell like, got to the bottom of the situation in a manner that was funny, enlightening, and even poignant.
Rollins is really only funny about half the time, depending on how generous you feel at the moment. But he is so energetic in his delivery, so transparently earnest in his convictions, that you can’t really knock on the guy without OD’ing on cynicism. The guy obviously cares deeply about individuals: it’s only when he encounters herds that the vitriol starts flowing.
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Dude, you nailed it.
I was at the same show, the third Rollins spoken word event I've been to. My only problem with Hank is my major beef with most of the people we've allowed to be spokespeople for the 'left of center': vitriol against the herd, but, you know, individuals are just trying to get by. They're just like you and me.
Uh, no they're not. The 'they're just good people' is the same ruse that gave us W, the same ruse that (God forbid) might give us Palin.
Why is 'Joe Six-Pack' the golden goose? The very archetype is described by the quality of being intoxicated.
McCain-supportin' Bubba might be a truck driver just trying to keep a roof over his kids' heads, but why do I have to publicly kowtow to his ignorance? To his hawkish desire to bomb brown children? Why is elitism bad?
We watch public figures repeat all this tongue-in-cheek rhetoric about how the Iraq war is criminal, and yet the troops need to be supported...? Do you remember why they got rid of the draft? Because some potential 'troops' called bullshit and set their cards on fire. Bad P.R. Today, without those demonstrations, we forget that these people volunteered to kill whoever the president tells them to, and we have a president who caters to Mr. Six-Pack. Nobody sees a problem here?
I remember a Rollins who said the only good cops are the ones pushing up daisies. But then, I guess Reagan-era nostalgia is in vogue on both sides.