Thursday, October 03, 2013

Sometimes It Is Like Being In A Woody Allen Movie

Last night after leaving the Park Ave Armory where I had seen the multimedia extravaganza Adam Curtis v. Massive Attack, I overheard a young man say to his lady friend "Malcolm Gladwell...no, not him...Malcolm McLaren. That's his name. You know, the whole 'medium is the message' thing..." 

I fought the urge to say "it's Marshall McLuhan, you stupid fuck." More importantly, I wished I could pull Professor McLuhan out from behind a nearby tree to say "I heard what you were saying. You know nothing of my work...or even my name for that matter."