Bless This Mess:  "The Christmas Blessing" : (ft. The Legendary CALEB HICKMAN)

This Edition of Rob Row is written by living legend and man of the people, Caleb Hickman.

Caleb Hickman is one of the best to ever do it. Currently residing as Bloomington, Indiana’s ABSOLUTE FINEST, he’s tooted his saxophone and tickled the keys in every one of your favorite bands’ favorite bands, all while auditing classes on Love and Peace at the University of Life and Good Vibes.

You can find him out on tour this March with American music band, Houndmouth
or
getting energies off with his band, Sumatics
or
if you want to hear the best thing I listened to in 2022, you can catch Caleb’s tribute to his Nana at the link below.

Without further review, please enjoy Caleb Hickman’s Rob Rowga (where you yoga to a Rob Lowe movie in the style of Rob Row) of 2005 film, The Christmas Blessing.

The Christmas Blessing is the 2nd film in the triple-threat Christmas Shoes series. A quick primer for those who don’t know about this series. “Christmas Shoes” is the seminal melodramatic Christmas song turned film about:

“The loss and subsequent return of a pair of shoes helps a young boy give his terminally ill mother a wonderful present, while at the same time showing a heartless, workaholic lawyer (Rob Lowe) the true meaning of Christmas.”


I set out my tattered yoga mat with the intention of a slower-paced, longer-hold yin-style yoga sequence which would allow me to really settle into some challenging poses while simultaneously settling into watching an even more challenging film.

My first roadblock was finding a stream of this made-for-TV film, but thankfully I found a Bulgarian subtitled rip of the complete film on YouTube.  The 360p resolution matched how I envisioned this film would be broadcast in a doctor's office waiting room in 2005.  

Anyway, The Christmas Blessing picks up 17 years after Christmas Shoes, and the young boy who lost his mother is now a grown doctor named Andrews played by Neil Patrick Harris.

Honestly, sick move on the producer's part getting NPH to play a doctor cause he killed it as Doogie Howser, child M.D, back in the early 90s.

The film kicks off with Andrews losing one of his patients during surgery.  Wrought with grief he quits being a doctor. (Yup, he just straight up quits, takes his white doctor coat off and chucks it to the ground, and storms out.) 
Cut-scene to a whirlwind of plot points in desperate need of being established.
He moves back to his New England home to work at his still grieving dad’s auto shop, while working there his grandma pushes him to volunteer as the after-school basketball coach at the school his dead mom worked at.  While there he meets new-to-town teacher Meghan and is spellbound by her beauty and her heart of gold. Soon after he also meets Charlie, a rosy-cheeked, drifter kid played by ANGUS T JONES.

Special shoutout to ANGUS T. Known for his role as the ½ man in 2 ½ Men, Angus brings the goods with his sweet demeanor and laidback charm that makes you wish he was your son, brother, and/or friend.

While holding a long sphinx pose I find out Charlie moves around the country with his dad “cleaning estates.” Where’s Charlie's mom? Well, unbeknownst to him, she is also dead.  Charlie’s father is an alcoholic and a terrible liar. Meant to keep his son safe from the truth of his mom’s aliveness he spouts a few zingers about what she does and why she isn’t currently with them. She’s a painter in Italy, she's a musician on tour, she’s an actor in Hollywood. Charlie, somehow not picking up on these atrocious lies, is fed one more when his dad hands him THE red Christmas shoes saying, “she’s a dancer.”

But really he found those shoes in the church clothing donation box put there by Andrew’s dad who can’t handle the pain and memory of his dead wife. Anyway, yeah, Charlie falls for it like an idiot.  

You might be wondering when does Rob Lowe come into the film?

Well, as opposed to his starring role in Christmas Shoes you’ll find him in this film having only a ‘special appearance by’ next to his name on the cover.  But Lowe and behold, Rob does not disappoint.

Remember when I told ya that Meghan was trying to buy a house for those in need, well you better believe Rob Lowe is the man for the job.
Despite it being 17 years later, lawyer Rob has aged with what I can only describe as a light Canadian Mist of gray hair.
Remarkable.
Add on top of that his signature smirk, you know the one. It’s the smirk you do when you’re walking past a stranger on the sidewalk and you accidentally make eye contact so you just look at them with “that smirk.”  Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.  Rob Lowe is the master of such effortless facial expressions, and “that smirk” just gives grandmas, moms, hell, even me a warm, fuzzy feeling.
And with that warm and fuzzy feeling he promises Meghan he’ll do his best to raise the money to help close on the home before Christmas.

What a class act!!

Fast forward to some tragedies. SPOILER. Young Charlie has got a real bad case of the terminal Christmas Eve heart defect and wouldn’t ya know it out of nowhere Meghan falls ill with the equally dire Christmas Eve cirrhosis of the liver.

At this tough point in the film, I’m holding a pigeon pose. My stiff Hickman hips make it hard to ignore the emotions stuck inside myself, forcing me to surrender to the physical pain and accept what these stuck emotions bring up, while simultaneously witnessing Charlie surrender and accept his own death and with his last breath tell his dad and Andrews to give his teacher his liver and THE red Christmas shoes.  

A magical moment of a young child’s life where they’re somehow not eligible for a heart transplant and instead have to sacrifice they’re own child liver and give it to a grown adult. Doesn’t really add up, but it gets the tears rolling.  

While seated cross-legged watching the final minutes, how will Charlie’s legacy live on?  Well, wouldn’t you know in the eleventh hour Rob Lowe is able to secure those funds and able to close on that house.  Then Meghan talks about a drifter kid who touched her life, in fact, saved her life, and says that she will name the house, ‘Charlie.’  

Names the house Charlie.  

A house named Charlie.  

House. Named. Charlie.  

Yes yes, I know it’s a Memoriam, but Charlie didn’t need to die in the first place alright!

In one final stroke of made for tv-film genius, to celebrate this Christmas realty miracle, Rob Lowe’s character calls in a final favor and gets Blake Shelton to fly in from Nashville to sing at this tiny New England town’s Christmas tree lighting—playing his new, definitely not-Christmas song, “Nobody But Me,” while Meghan and Andrew hold each other.  (Not to be confused with his 2019 release, “Nobody But You.”

What does that have to do with the story?

I don’t know, but all I know is they did that thing I hate in TV and films when there’s a person performing a song but the music is just the studio recording with a full band, electric guitars and all, but onscreen it’s just Blake Shelton strumming an acoustic guitar and singing into a microphone connected to nothing.

Credits roll.  

Think I’m gonna take down the Christmas lights tomorrow.

The Christmas Blessing (2005)
1hr 29mins
Yin style Yoga

The Grinder, Episode 1: "Pilot" / The Grinder, Episode 2: "A Hero Has Fallen"

Yall…I’m gonna be honest. “The Grinder” is good stuff.

Self aware. Snappy. Straight-forward. Man…2015 was so sick.

You guys remember 2015…

Damn.

If you need a friendly reminder on 2015, “The Grinder” is great place to start.

In the future, it may be referenced as a moment in time. Color TV, The Internet, The Grinder.

We live in a post-Grinder society.

I’m already furious with a lack of Season 2.

Here’s the run-down…
20min eps. Full sitcom style dialog.

Rob Lowe plays an actor (love it) who just wrapped the Series Finale on his 8-season, prime-time legal drama, “Grinder,” where he plays a quick-witted lawyer who “doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Fred Savage plays his real-life brother who is a real-life lawyer in real-life. He’s married to The Waitress from Always Sunny in Philadelphia (Mary Elizabeth Ellis) and works with his dad (William Devane from Knots Landing) at the family law firm.

Rob Lowe returns home after wrapping up the show and decides that he wants to work at the family law firm because he played a lawyer on TV.

Ya love to see it!

Nice quick row if you don’t have time to settle into one of Rob Lowe’s longer escapades.

Nostalgia points for plaid wallpaper, plaid couches, great casting, as well as Rob Lowe and Fred Savage playing exactly how you’d expect them to.

SPOILER…Stevie from Eastbound and Down works at the law firm as well. If that doesn’t up your pace, nothing in this world will.

Happy rowing.

The Grinder, Season 1, Episode 1, “Pilot"
23m01s
5102 meters
30.5 avg stroke/min (The Stevie reveal gave me full blown second wind)

The Grinder, Season 1, Episode 2, “A Hero Has Fallen"
21m40s
4876 meters
31.5 avg stroke/min

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 1, Episode 1: "Pilot"

Holy Smokes! This 2020 Prime-Time Drama has everything you want for a powerful Row.

(Heads up…SPOILERS on 10. So tread lightly.)

With the political and social wildness of the the late 20teens and the accountability that comes with every person being able to sound-off about whatever program touches them down in their plums, every production company looking to create a consumable for the masses without rocking such a sensitive vessel was looking for a program with just the right amount of integrity, grit, diversity, compassion, tragedy and humanity.

This task may seem impossible. No one’s going to capture the trust of people without upsetting the boat in this day and age. Not without doing it in jest or with art-house style violence (Now available at an A24 near you).

And you’re right. It’d be impossible for a normal person.

But we’re not dealing with normal people.

We’re dealing with Rob Lowe.

The Pilot to 9-1-1: Lone Star has more hits than I can list packed into a tight 47min.

But off the top of my head it’s got…

9/11 Cancer
Fertilizer Fires
Black Trans Firefighters
Rob Lowe Gay-Son Oxy-Overdose Firefighters
Bodacious Bad-Ass Muslim Lady Firefighters
Liv Tyler
Rob Lowe line dancing
Rob Lowe’s firehouse skin routine
References to how cheap Austin, TX is
a Baby stuck in a tree
and this fuckin show closes with “Old Town Road.”

9-1-1 Lone Star, Season 1, Episode 1, “Pilot"
47m14s
9918 meters
30 avg stroke/min (the Narcan scene and that scene with the baby stuck in the tree had me up to 32str/m…)

Shoutout to all the Firefighters and EMTs out there! Yall are some real ones.

West Wing, Season 1, Episode 2: "Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc"

West Wing is such a good row. Sorkin’s dialogue is so violent but this ep has some real tender spots. Despite that tenderness, you know we’re out here just SWEATIN!

Season One does enough FLEXING with poli-sci undergrad-style lingo, that there may not be room for you in the gym by the time these 40 minutes are up. I mean…the title of the episode is in Latin for Chrissake.

Rob is in classic form here too. Late 90s Rob hits when you need him to. His “Sam Seaborn” (a natural coxswain with a name like that) is currently seeing a “call girl” despite the fact that he sits just degrees from the president. Throughout this episode, they use the term “call girl” with chaotic frequently. This will result in you questioning your sanity once Sorkin gives you time to catch your breath.

Powerfully nostalgic vibes in here too. 90s desktop computers, wild 90s BMW-convertible road-rage opening, a reference to Regis and Kathie Lee. *chef’s kiss*

West Wing, Season 1, Episode 2, “Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc"
40m22s
7797 meters
29 avg stroke/min

Welcome to Rob Row

 

December 31st 2022; 2:45am

It’s come to my attention that in a very near future, there’s a real possibility that artificial intelligence could take any sort of flexible computer-based copywriting or design job that I could find myself qualified for. I don’t mean this in a dystopian or science fiction basis. I promise this isn’t cool post-modern-apocalypse prose. I’m just hashing stuff out.

But as I’ve refocused some of my animalistic, capitalistic, survival attention on a job sphere that robots can’t touch (the Flowbee is still no match for a proper haircut), I find my mind perusing how we got here in the first place.

As a child of the 90s, I could’ve never imagined the classlessness that was to rule 30yrs later. Slime looks refined to me, these days. We no longer find ourselves entertained, but rather consumed, by television (or its modern counterpart that lives in our pocket.) Our outdoor time has been replaced by indoor time at an exponential level. (I have no quantifiers for this, I am a part of the problem. I don’t exclusively deal in superlatives but they’re the BEST!) My fear with this loss of outdoor time is that we’re becoming num to (or at the very least, losing reverence for) the majestic nature of the great outdoors and the wonderment of the unknown.

Our current society fears the unknown. (See 2020.) The unknown is unpredictable. And unpredictables are hard to capitalize on.

But it seems to me that soon enough, capitalism itself is going to be tough to capitalize on (see any AI created AI based consumer or B2B software). And if that’s the case, it’s time to either pivot towards an unpredictable future or go digging for some humanity out in the physical world.

My dad didn’t have to fight robots for a seat at the table. And he definitely didn’t have to consider humanity in his kid’s media consumption. He just had to let us watch Aladdin on VHS a couple times a day and get us to bed in time to order a pizza over a land-line-phone and watch an episode of The West Wing.

So…on my quest for the humanity in this infographic-heavy, dumbed-down, headline-exclusive version of modern society, I’ve decided to reverse-engineer my relation to the physical world…

Not by taking steroids, eating raw liver, and putting videos of it on the web,

Not by becoming a weird back-to-the-earth raw food surf bro,

But by cosplaying as a person who went to a private New England (or possibly Chicago) based college somewhere between the late 60s/mid 80s.

“What?” you may ask. “What does that sentence even mean?”

It means I’m lookin for a time machine, baby. I’m gonna live inside of one my dad’s favorite movies.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what a time machine is…” you’ll say.

I’m zooted, okay. Just go with it.

Here’s the plan:

We’re going to time travel back to a time before the robots were a real threat. I want the idea of robots. But only in a movie sense. I don’t need em all around me. I don’t need em writing movies for me.

And if we’re going to travel back, we might as well put ourselves in a spot where we’re doin pretty good. That way we still have modern conveniences and shit. Like…upper-middle-class, right?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you may ask.

“The 60s, 70s, and 80s, were a pretty rough time for some people, Mic. You ever think about that, Mic?” someone else might say.

To which I’ll reply, “This is imaginary, Brenden. How are you still reading this? How’d you even hear about this, Brenden, Shut the fuck up.”

So, let’s say, upper-middle-class somewhere between the late 60s and mid 80s.

Let’s say…we went to Georgetown or something. Let’s say we were on the rowing team or something at Georgetown. That’s something that’s real collegiate right. REAL upper-middle-class.

Okay. Great. We’re CREW people. So sick. Getting up before the sun and hitting the Potomac with the boys. Damn. So sick.

But we’re not in college anymore. We’re adults now. I mean…some of us are. Leslie and Alec got engaged. Alec just got some new job working for a senator (a Republican at that). Kevin’s got a decent writing job but can’t really seem to emerge himself. Jules is still messy but always a great time and Billy (played by Rob Lowe) would be a great dad if he’d ever leave his fraternity days behind him.

“Hey, Mic! That’s just the plot to St. Elmo’s Fire. Why am I still reading this?”

Yes…yes, it is.

But hear me out…

If we’re going to time travel back to a version of physical, robot-less (though modern) society, where we were on the crew team at Georgetown and eventually go on to live an upper-middle-class life as the Deputy Communications Director at the Whitehouse, we’re going to need a shepherd.

We’re going to need someone who’s seen the full spectrum of the late 60s, the late 70s, and the late 80s. We’re going to need a king who’s touched the bottom of the pool. We’re going to need a person who’s seemingly time-traveled before.

We’re going to need Rob Lowe.

“Mic…this is getting long-winded. Where is this going?”

You’re right. My apologies.

Anyway…I’d like to invite you to join me in this overly ambitious time-machine…

Allow me

to allow you

to allow Rob Lowe

to allow me

to guide you

through a year’s long journey back in time

to an upper-middle-class fitness fantasy

that never actually existed outside of my father’s VHS collection

where we ROW to the cinematic and silver-screen catalogue of ROB LOWE.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen…

Welcome…

To…

ROB ROW