I think I speak for most folks beyond the age of 7 when I say that except for blowing up mailboxes (which admittedly can be pretty awesome), fireworks are actually pretty boring. Yeah, I know some professional shows are made impressive through variety and timing, but basically we’re rehashing the same old shower of sparks over and over again.
We’re at a creative impasse with fireworks. I want to see a flashing Batmobile roar across the heavens. I want to see a spark by brushstroke recreation of Starry Night. I want to see Mt. Hedgemore (but not before a Verne float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade) explode overhead in blaze of glory and obnoxious self-promotion.
Will we get there? Yes, eventually. When the robots take over they’ll have to do something to keep us slack-jawed and distracted once they turn us into double A Duracells. Fireworks depictions of popular episodes of “Cops” would be perfect.
I can’t wait.
Was that R.J. with an ascot or a scarf ala smoking jacket? Yes, fireworks
are for kids. . . . including Unfurling black snails, sparklers, something amazing outside a tiny Nebraska town. Memories. During adulthood, reminder of freedom and those who blaze like comets to too early oblivion
(Jack London and too many others).
I like blowing things up. It’s fun. Too dry here to, so virtual it is.