I know, I know. This shit ended two weeks ago and I'm still posting about it, like, everyday. Sorry. I'm having a hard time coping with loss. And, y'know, I wouldn't be saying anything if I didn't think it completely worthy.
Someone by the name of DJ Danny Shaffer sent me a video retrospective of B³ that blows everything I have said about the show and could possibly say upon reflection, out of the water. Watching this brought a tear to my shiny little eye. It's best that you see it before I say too much . . .
What I think is brilliant about this (besides the manipulation of the moving and still images to Peter Rauhofer's remix of Whit's best song in maybe five years) is how it totally gets the show's yin and yang of sweetness and absurdity. Dead-on, beautiful stuff. I love seeing the creativity this show inspires. Whit and Bob will live forever!
Old-school love, indeed.