Wednesday
Feb012012
The Mall | Ep #10
Do you love the smell of commerce in the morning? Then take a ride with us to the mall, where wishes are granted, greenery is inoffensive, and all must pay tribute to the red-haired, denim-bejacketed siren of the center court fountain, Tiffany.
Show Notes:
01:30 Which came first: the chicken or the strip mall?
03:58 It's not a mall; it's the mall
06:40 Get your sprawl on
12:58 Put a roof over that
14:40 Interlude: Muzak: Theme from Taxi Driver
03:58 It's not a mall; it's the mall
06:40 Get your sprawl on
12:58 Put a roof over that
14:40 Interlude: Muzak: Theme from Taxi Driver
21:06 Children's art has to go someplace
16:40 Interlude: I Love the '80s: The Mall
33:03 Mall culture (mallture?)
35:25 Interlude: Tiffany: "I Think We're Alone Now"
38:03 Lessons learned (while buying nothing)
47:44 The perks and perils of mall employment
50:20 Interlude: The Blues Brothers trash Dixie Square Mall
56:40 Dead malls
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Reader Comments (6)
"Like i'm gonna get any studying done at the mall, DREW."
Oh man, I forgot about that!
YES: John's comment about all the WWII soldiers coming home, kissing the nurse, and then going to the mall. However, Drew definitely wins the Jimmy Stewart impression contest. Excellent marble-mouthing, sir.
I wish there had been more personal anecdotes from youthful mall shenanigans, like in the Arcade episode. I imagine that this entry in the Hourchive will become much more helpful to the future generation that grows up never having seen a mall.
I do, however, disagree with you regarding the superiority of the mall experience vs. the "lifestyle centers" of the current era. Assuming one is visiting these stores in order to actually BUY something, it makes sense to go back to your car to leave your purchases before heading to the next store. Otherwise, who knows how many shopping bags you'd have to lug around from store to store. On the other hand, the driving 50 yards is a little ridiculous. But still preferable to walking the halls of a sterile, fluorescent-lit, echoey concrete tomb.
That echoey concrete tomb has a hell of a playlist, though.
Couldn't help but notice your apt invocation of the H-E-double hockeysticks there.
This site sucks. Monster movies, 90's music, now malls?! How about an episode about decoupage or edamame beans?