Happy birthday, USofA. It’s time for BBQs, keg beer and, of course, fireworks. Boring, dumb, silly old fireworks. Unchanged-since-the-Ming-Dynasty fireworks. Uninspiring-and-unfit-for-the-celebration-of-the-birth-of-our-nation fireworks.
If any novelty industry in in need of a paradigm disruption, it’s the fireworks game. I can’t possibly be the only one sick of watching the same old explosions in the sky. Where are the shapes? The custom messaging? Tweet at the pyro guy and your message could make it in the sky. Stuff like that. Heck, just sync it up to music on my phone or something. Anything.
And I just thought of those things in like thirty seconds. Imagine if we put some real brainpower behind this movement.
If anyone want’s to join, I’m boycotting Big Fireworks until they can start to actually add value to the festival going experience instead of blasting off the same old salvos. Shots fired, fireworks. Shots fired.