You know what? Maybe at the end of the day… pick a day… any old day, I’m more of a basic bitch than I’m usually willing to cop to, because I definitely don’t do the right drugs to handle The Midnight Gospel. I can’t tell if it’s idiocy in genius-drag, or genius in idiot-drag. It’s by far though the trippiest shit I’ve ever watched.
Going to have to think about this one for a bit.
It’s also oddly compelling. I’m not ready to quit.
“The Midnight Gospel revolves around a spacecaster (video podcaster in space) named Clancy Gilroy who lives in a dimension called “The Chromatic Ribbon”, where simulation farmers use powerful bio-computers to simulate universes to harvest technology. Each episode revolves around Clancy’s travels through planets within the simulator, with the beings inhabiting these worlds as the guests he interviews for his spacecast. These interviews are based on the real interviews derived from Trussell’s podcast, The Duncan Trussell Family Hour. The episodes typically end with an apocalyptic event from which Clancy barely manages to escape.“
There is no doubt in my mind that I’ll finish all the episodes available thought it’s hard to say why. Is it possible that there will be a rhyme or reason to the show? Will there be answers to anything? The podcasts it’s derived from aren’t really interesting so much as they are fascinating. Beyond the bizarre imagery and animation they are that sort of NPR-ish fare that are more rambling conversations and anecdotes than traditional interviews. You know the familiar, faux-polite public radio tones and topics and the talks that sound more like stone college students in a dormitory sitting up on a cocaine binge. Still, maybe there are gems. Maybe there are answers to something. Or they might just be seeds for ideas that break open and grow in the late nights.
Or it could all just be spectacle and distraction. Why or why not? Either question is equally valid. Sometimes why isn’t as important as why not.