I’m Climbing a Stairway…
I’m blogging my second Rocketboom video this week. It’s pretty self-explanatory, so I’ll let you go ahead and have a look.
Now, to get the full Mortified experience, check out these “Shoebox” clips. I recommend that you start with “Stairway to Winnipeg,” featuring Joanna Stein. I wanted to include that one here, but alas the site doesn’t allow individual samples to be embedded. I don’t want to give everything away before you’ve seen Stein do her thing. I will say this, though. After watching her musical “report,” I’ve found that I can’t get her “Stairway to Winnipeg” refrain out of my head.
At this point, I could take this blog any number of directions. I could talk about the genius of Dave Nadelberg’s concept. I could confess that I, too, have dozens of notebooks full of embarrassing juvenilia. Rather than exploring either one of those topics, though, I think I’ll discuss psychology.
Mortified works because it partners exhibitionists with voyeurs, and that’s a match made in heaven. (I want to be absolutely clear, though, that I’m not casting aspersions on either of those types by using those terms.) In fact, to be frank, I’ve got a little bit of the former (and the latter) in me. A lot of my writing is autobiographical and a touch confessional, and I also enjoy reading memoirs, especially those where the writer is willing to candidly engage in full self-disclosure.
I guess I’m trying to say that I find these sorts of performances to be my cup of tea.
