I've heard today about how stellar the DNC convention this week was. Here is my take:
Last night Obama seemed like he was about to promise the sun to come up in the West, but he was too caught up in himself.
The music selection and the house band at the convention was not good. Pink Houses? Born in the USA? I thought those were super-critical songs about the nation, not promoting the purple mountain's majesty and waves of grain.
The video chroma-key affect on the speaker's podium at Pepsi and Barry's wavy tie last night, not to mention HRC's Curse of the Great Pumpkin suit were all visual faux pas.
And then at the end last night when Barry, Joe, Jill and Michelle stood there looking down on "the little people" it reminded me of the coronation in Return of the King.
But hey, if none of that bothered any of you, okay. In the end, the production on this convention was, wait for it, yeah, bush league–with a little b.