Above is Lucas encased in Carbonite. This doesn't really apply to Lucas, since from what I can gather he's quite enamored of his Star Wars, but imagine, if you will, being caught in your own creation - you're an artist, a writer, a musician, whatever, working hard, beating the streets, struggling to pay the bills, etc yada.... then you make a breakthrough! One of your creations becomes successful, and if you're "lucky", hugely successful. You are completely validated, as well as rich. All your dreams come true....
Until years later, after several tours of the ComicCon, or yet another sequel, or having played the same song 10000 times and each and everytime you are expected to act like it's the first time... some might call this Hell.
Not me, of course, since there's no such thing. But it is a subtle torture, no doubt - to be cursed by the burden of the very thing you struggled to obtain. Tragic!
If only someone would free George from the Carbonite of his mind.... alas. I believe it's too late for him, son.
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Carbonite-encasing is the visual equivalent of "Whole Lotta Love."
Imagine playing that song for 30 years... it must be a sublime torture.
I don't feel sorry for anyone in this situation - envious is more like it - but still. Shed a tear for bands like "The Romantics", who are still touring high-school level gyms playing "What I like about you".
...to which they sold the rights for almost nothing 30 years ago. Although I did see them play at Mercury Lounge a few years back and enjoyed it.
The legend I heard was they sold their entire catalog for some beer. Who could blame them, at the time? I'm sure that decision has been regretted a few times since.
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