Okay, maybe this is colored by the fact that this is the second year that I haven’t been to the fireworks on the fourth (or any other time) because of Baby tlw, who isn’t yet old enough to apreciate anything other than “Oh, big scary noise, take me home!”
Or maybe it’s an opinion that’s been brewing for a while.
I think fireworks are kinda boring.
Yes, they’re loud and bright and pretty, but to me, the thrill of fireworks has always been the setting for them. A bunch of fireworks out in the middle of nowhere? Yawn. Fireworks over a city I don’t care about? Snooze.
Fireworks in Pittsburgh were always nice. They’re out right above the point where the three rivers meet and the music is cool (not all patriotic, provided by a rock radio station) and with all of the plate glass buildings and water there are cool reflections. But seen them once, you’ve seen 'em.
Same with New York – fireworks here are okay, after 9/11 it seemed kind of important to have this big show (not that I saw it) but again, if you’ve seen 'em once, and you’ve seen 'em.
The only display that has always managed to stop me in my tracks is the DC display on the fourth, over the mall with the Capitol and the Washington Monument. In that setting, the fireworks somehow have more feeling. Fireworks at Mount Rushmore might bring a lump to my throat too, but that’s about it.
As I type this, the NYC display is airing on NBC with lots of shots of the Macy’s, Coca-Cola and Jeep logos, cheesy pseudoinspirational music (I swear this song is being sung by Marilyn McCoo) and occasional interspersions of patriotic cum jingoistic banter. And its just dumb. It’s not exciting at all, and I don’t think it would be if I were outside watching it person, either. Blah.
So yeah, hmm, fireworks. Boring. Or am I just jaded?