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On the Off Chance You Find This As Funny as I Did…

Have you ever had something you really wanted to tell people about but you didn’t think they’d quite get it if you did? Probably because it related to one of your obsessions and you didn’t know anyone else who cared about it quite so much?

You can see where this is going, can’t you? I’m not sure if anyone will find this the same level of giggle-inducing that I did, but I’m going to tell you anyway. And after this, I promise I will shut up about Les Mis (for now).

So, as I mentioned when I first posted about the movie, I, and millions of other fans, have been trying to figure out how the cast will be in the movie by listening to how they sound singing other things. Some people have inspired more confidence in the fans than others. One of the “others” is Russell Crowe, who will play Javert and whom we’ve only seen singing things that are nothing like musical theater, which makes it hard to judge how he’ll do.

Then I found a clip of Philip Quast, who was Javert in the 10th Anniversary dream-cast concert, singing on an Australian children’s show of which he was a cast member before becoming a big theater star. Someone had commented that if we’d only had that to judge his singing by before seeing him as Javert, who would have thought he’d be as great as he is?

See for yourself. Watch this video first. You don’t even have to watch the whole thing, just enough to get an idea of this guy’s singing voice and onstage persona.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urxk4mveLCw]

Now watch this video, from sometime in the 80s:

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SpR3ZyMhEM]

IT’S THE SAME GUY!

…Okay, you might not be giggling like crazy like I was after discovering this, but in case there’s someone else out there who’s as amused by it as I am, I wanted to put it out there.

Foot, foot, footie-foot.

…And then I found twenty dollars.

Why I Love Les Miserables

Remember my post about my past journal entries? Here’s another old entry:

November 9, 2003

@2:58AM

I am sooooo happy right now, just on this absolutely incredible high. We went to see Les Miserables tonight @ the Colonial Theater and it was absolutely frickin amazing. I had pretty high expectations, and it was even better than everything I’d heard about it. Everything about it was incredible—the music, the direction, the story, the characters, and the guy who played Valjean was awesome. I was just so moved by the beauty of it I was crying. It has such a powerful message behind it, and it really made me believe that mankind is inherently good. And I really felt for the characters. Like Eponine when she sang “On My Own”—boy, can I relate to that right now.

Oh, it was sooooo beautiful it’s really beyond words…I can’t even think straight! :)

Sure, I could make fun of myself and say I was being a silly nineteen-year-old fangirl thinking that Les Mis confirmed the goodness of mankind for me…but you know what? I still feel like that. (I’ll make fun of myself for spelling “so” with five o’s, though.) And you know how I promised you a post about how I came to be such a fan of Les Miserables and what I love about it? This is that post. It’s inspired by the recently-released teaser trailer for the movie:

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnLSG5t_dc8] GAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Now I’m even more excited! The reaction to Anne Hathaway’s singing has been mixed, but I like that she’s singing the song in character—it’s a very sad moment in the story, and singing it diva-style isn’t really appropriate. I think she brought a raw, emotional quality to the song, and I like it a lot.

But anyway, let’s talk about the musical. I know it might not be for everyone—it’s very serious and earnest, and there’s nothing the least bit cynical or ironic about it—but I love it, and here’s why.

I. THE PLOT

First of all, the plot, for those of you who aren’t familiar with it. You might want to skip this part because a.) it’s long and a lot of you might already know it (or might not want to read the whole thing), and b.) you might not want to be spoiled before the movie comes out.

Anyway, it takes place in nineteenth-century France. Jean Valjean has just been paroled after being a prisoner on the chain gang for nineteen years. He had been poor and starving and had stolen a loaf of bread for his sister’s family, and for that and numerous escape attempts it was nineteen years before he got out of prison. He’s given a yellow ticket of leave by the ruthless Inspector Javert, and it’s like his scarlet letter—he won’t be paid as much because he’s an ex-con. He’s become bitter and has turned into the kind of hardened thief that he never was before he was jailed, so when a kind bishop takes him into his home, he steals the bishop’s silverware. When he is caught and brought back to the bishop, the bishop surprises him by not only letting him have the silver, but giving him candlesticks as well. He warns Valjean that he must use the silver to turn away from his life of crime and become an honest man. Humbled, Valjean swears he will reform his life, and thus begins his redemption.

Years later, Valjean has assumed a new name and become the mayor of a town in France where he also runs a large factory. One of the factory workers is a young woman named Fantine, who has been abandoned by her young daughter’s father. Her daughter Cosette now lives with an innkeeper’s family, and Fantine sends the money she makes from the factory job to pay the family for her daughter’s care. When Fantine is fired for refusing the sexual advances of the foreman and getting into a fight with other women in the factory who discovered her secret child, she is forced to sell her hair and to become a prostitute. An altercation with a man draws the attention of both Inspector Javert and Valjean. The former wants Fantine arrested, but Valjean notices how sick Fantine is and demands that she receive a doctor’s care. Not long after, Javert notices Valjean’s strength when he saves a man trapped under a cart and comments that a prisoner who escaped parole years ago is the only other person he knows with that kind of strength. He tells Valjean that that man has been found and brought to court. Valjean is horrified that another man might be jailed for the crimes he committed, but also reluctant to abandon the factory workers who depend on him. After pondering his dilemma, he decides to go to court and persuade the court to release the accused man. He then escapes to Fantine’s deathbed, promising her that he will raise her child for her. As Fantine dies, he has another confrontation with Javert, but he escapes to find Cosette at the inn where she is staying.

Cosette, who is eight, has been living with the Thenardiers, who run an inn where they often cheat their guests and treat Cosette like a servant while spoiling their own young daughter, Eponine. When Valjean shows up, they agree to give him Cosette after he pays them a large sum of money. Valjean takes Cosette away to raise as his own daughter.

Nine years later, Paris is on the brink of an uprising (namely, the June Rebellion). Cosette has grown up in Valjean’s care and knows nothing about her past or her mother. A band of young revolutionaries lead by a man named Enjolras is concerned about the impending death of General Lamarque, the only man in government concerned with helping the poor. One of those revolutionaries, Marius, meets Cosette on the street, and they fall in love at first sight. As the revolutionaries prepare for a rebellion, Marius enlists his friend Eponine, the Thenardiers’ daughter, to help him locate Cosette. Even though Eponine is herself in love with Marius, she does help unite Marius and Cosette, even foiling a robbery of Jean Valjean by her father. The attempted robbery spooks Valjean, who is afraid that Javert has found him again, and he prepares to send Cosette away, leaving Marius heartbroken. But when he intercepts a letter from Marius to Cosette that Eponine delivers, he learns about their relationship and goes to find Marius.

Meanwhile, down at the barricade that the student revolutionaries have built, Javert appears and warns them that the government will attack, but he is soon exposed as a spy, causing the revolutionaries to imprison him. Eponine comes to the barricade in search of Marius, but she is fatally shot and finally declares her unrequited love. Then Valjean arrives, also in search of Marius, and volunteers to join the revolutionaries. After proving himself, he asks to be the one to kill the imprisoned Javert, but instead, he lets Javert go. As the battle looms ahead, Valjean prays for Marius’s life to be spared for Cosette’s sake.

In the attack, all of the revolutionaries are killed except Valjean and Marius. Marius is badly wounded, and the Thenardiers steal a ring from him, thinking that he is dead. Valjean carries Marius through the sewers. There, he runs into Javert, who wants to arrest Valjean, but after Valjean begs to take Marius to a doctor first, Javert, confused that Valjean spared his life earlier, cannot go through with it. He cannot handle living in the debt of someone who broke the law when his whole life has been dedicated to upholding it, so Javert commits suicide by jumping off a bridge.

As Marius recovers from his injuries, he and Cosette become engaged. Neither of them know that Valjean was the one who rescued Marius. Valjean then tells Marius of his past as an ex-convict, and that he must go away to protect Cosette. Valjean does not attend the wedding, but the Thenardiers crash it in disguise. They tell Marius that Valjean is a murderer who was seen carrying a corpse away in the sewers. Marius recognizes Thenardier’s ring as the one stolen from him and realizes that he was the “corpse” and that Valjean has saved his life.

Valjean, meanwhile, is dying, and the spirit of Fantine appears to him to take him to heaven. Marius and Cosette get to his bedside in time to say goodbye, and before he dies, Valjean gives Cosette the written story of her past. The musical ends with the spirits of all who died at the barricades singing as Valjean joins them in heaven.

II. THE MUSIC

So many wonderful songs in this musical! My pick for the best cast recording is the 10th Anniversary concert, which puts together a dream cast. Here’s the link to it on Spotify:

And here are some of the best songs from it. (Note: there are some spoilers in these song descriptions if you skipped my plot summary.)

On My Own” One of the most famous songs. This is sung by Eponine about her unrequited love for Marius. “Without me, his world will go on turning/A world that’s full of happiness that I have never known.” God, who can’t relate to that?

I Dreamed a Dream” In recent years, Susan Boyle has brought this song back into the public eye. It’s a beautiful, tragic song, and it’s no coincidence that they used it in the first trailer. While it’s easy to make it into a big, showy  number, I like Anne Hathaway for remembering that it’s sung by a woman who’s had to give up her child, been abandoned by her daughter’s father, been fired, and been forced to sell her hair and prostitute herself—oh, yeah, and who is also dying.

Bring Him Home” This song makes me cry, and I hope Hugh Jackman does it justice. Valjean sings it about Marius—even though he doesn’t want to lose Cosette (which is clearer in the book than in the musical), the song is his prayer that the man his daughter loves will be spared. Valjean doesn’t care if he himself dies, but he can’t bear to see the young, scared, somewhat innocent revolutionary killed.

Master of the House” By far the catchiest song in the whole show—there’s even an episode of Seinfeldwhere George has it stuck in his head and keeps singing it. This is our introduction to the Thenardiers and their way of life, where they cheat their guests while demanding to be worshipped by them. In the book, they’re just straight-up villains, but in the musical they’re also the comic relief. It’s sung by the Thenardiers and the guests at their inn and is a great ensemble number.

Stars” This is Javert’s solo song and gives you some great insight into his philosophy of life. He sees himself like the stars, keeping watch surely and steadily and keeping order and light in the world. There’s only one way and one path for him, and he can’t tolerate anyone who deviates from it.

Do You Hear the People Sing?” Big ensemble number sung by the revolutionaries as they’re preparing for their rebellion. Insanely catchy, and it comes back at the finale.

Drink with Me” One thing I love about show tunes is that while they’re written about a specific situation in a musical, they can apply to so many other situations in life. This might be about the revolutionaries drinking and reminiscing before they go into battle, but how many other situations do these lyrics apply to? “Drink with me to days gone by/To the life that used to be/At the shrine of friendship never say die/Let the wine of friendship never run dry/Here’s to you and here’s to me”

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables” Same here. Marius sings this after all of his friends are killed, but it could apply to any situation of loss, and in the 90s it became a hymn to AIDS victims.

One Day More” In the days of AIM away messages, I used to post this the day before anything exciting would happen: “Tomorrow we’ll discover what our God in heaven has in store/One more dawn, one more day, one day more!” It’s sung by the entire cast at the end of the first act.

“Who Am I?” I’m saving this one for a future “Song of the Moment,” but let’s just say it’s the most underrated song in the show.

III. THE CHARACTERS

Some musicals center around one character, but while Valjean is the main character in this one, it’s clearly an ensemble show. I wish I’d had the chance to be in this play in high school (at the time it wasn’t licensed for high schools, but now it is, and apparently I was born too soon because my old high school put it on a few years ago and won all kinds of state awards for it), because there’s no such thing as a bad part in it! Here are some of them:

Jean Valjean:What an awesome character. This is a dude who was imprisoned for stealing—but he was stealing bread, which he couldn’t afford to buy, for his sister’s starving family. After the incident with the bishop, he reforms his life, becoming a mayor and philanthropist and, feeling guilty over his role in Fantine’s situation, adopts her child and lovingly raises her after her death. When the rebellion by the barricade occurs, he saves Marius’s life and lets Javert go even though he has every reason and opportunity to kill him. Life in prison hardened him, but he overcomes that and becomes a person who pays forward the kindness and love that the bishop showed him to everyone he meets.

Javert: You know, it’s strange. Javert is the antagonist of the play. He sees everything in black-and-white: “He broke the law, therefore, he must be back in jail.” “People cannot change—once a thief, forever a thief.” He believes in following the law, but never stops to question the justness and rightness of those laws. He can’t wrap his head around the idea that a convict like Jean Valjean could have good in him. And yet—in a strange way, the most recent time I saw the show, I identified with him. I hate to admit it, but I’m like this sometimes. Even when I know I shouldn’t, I sometimes view things in black-and-white and am more rigid than I should be. But aren’t we all like that sometimes? I think we all have opinions or things we believe that we try desperately to hold onto even in the face of contradicting evidence. Javert just believes it so strongly that when he realizes he can’t act on his beliefs anymore, he can’t bear to live.

Fantine: She might be the most tragic character in a show whose title means “The Miserable Ones.” Her first love abandoned her and left her pregnant and alone, and nineteenth-century France is not kind to unwed mothers. She has to give up the daughter she loves so much and dedicates her whole life to providing for her daughter—when she’s fired from her factory job, she has to become a prostitute and sell her own hair. For Fantine, life’s a bitch and then she dies, literally. I’m glad her spirit from heaven appears at the end—at least she found some joy in the afterlife, and in seeing Cosette grow up in Valjean’s care.

Eponine: Eponine was the character who spoke to me the most strongly the first time I saw this. At the time, I was going through a crush on someone who didn’t feel the same way, but someone whom I wanted to be happy with or without me—and that is exactly how Eponine feels about Marius. She loves him so deeply that even though she knows he loves someone else and that there’s no future with him, she helps him meet with Cosette because she wants him to be happy and, in the end, dies for him. It’s easy to forget that her parents, the Thenardiers, are such scumbags. In a way, I almost see her as a smaller-scale version of Jean Valjean—she is also able to overcome her shady past and act on the love in her heart in a heroic way.

Cosette and Marius:I never really liked Marius because I thought he was an idiot for loving Cosette instead of Eponine, but I can see now how the two of them are actually a good match— they’re both innocent and loving. Cosette has more of a personality in the book, but we do get more of a glimpse of it here. She’s grown up very sheltered, but also very loved and protected, which made her grow into a kind, good person. To use a comparison from another musical, if Eponine is Elphaba, Cosette is Glinda—you like them both, just for different reasons and in different ways, and probably like Elphaba more.

The Thenardiers:This show isn’t exactly a comedy—again, “The Miserable Ones.” But there are a handful of comic moments, and most of them are provided by the Thenardiers. Madame Thenardier’s rebuttal to her husband’s portion of “Master of the House” is awesome.

IV. THE MESSAGES

“The inherent goodness of mankind.” Well, that’s a lot for one musical to do, but there’s honestly some truth to that. Let’s take a look at what Les Miserables is really about.

First, it’s about redemption—specifically, redemption through love. The compassion that the bishop shows him is what motivates Valjean to reform his life, and he does so by showing love to the people around him—Fantine, Cosette, Marius, and eventually Javert.  His treatment of Cosette is reflected in her own loving nature—the Thenardiers treated her cruelly, but the love that Valjean showed her won out. Conversely, before he met the bishop, the cruelty that he experienced as a prisoner and while on parole turned him into a hardened criminal when all he’d done to be jailed was steal bread. Eponine, too, isn’t motivated by jealousy but by love, and that informs her decision to help Marius’s relationship with Cosette even though it pains her.

It’s also about shades of gray and how it hurts people to be inflexible and not see the whole picture. Valjean’s only crime was stealing bread to feed his relatives, and yet it keeps him from finding work and being paid fairly. Javert doesn’t take this into account in his relentless pursuit of Valjean, nor does he consider the fate of Cosette if Fantine is arrested or dies. Fantine’s suffering is almost entirely due to other people’s lack of compassion—she is judged for having a child out of wedlock, but her child’s father bears no blame, and it’s only after she is fired that she becomes a prostitute for real.

The funny thing is that the book was written about a very specific place and time, but so much of it is still relevant to today’s world. (Side note: if you read the book, which is also wonderful, you need to figure out which passages to skip or skim—Hugo has these long, rambling passages about French politics where only about one sentence is remotely relevant to the story.) Ex-convicts have trouble finding work, which just leads them to more crime and a more difficult life. Women are judged for their sexual choices while no one cares what the men do. People cling to rigid interpretations of rules despite how those interpretations hurt others (hello, homosexuality and illegal immigration). The government’s lack of concern for the poor leads a group of young people to start a movement to protest it (hello, Occupy). In the book, so much of the criticism is very specific of France during that time period, and it’s sad how little things change.

The other thing that’s hard to ignore is the musical’s Christian overtones. It’s not Christian in an obnoxious, overdone way—more like Sufjan Stevens or U2, and it’s the kind of thing that people of all beliefs or non-beliefs can appreciate. The theme of redemption through love is very Christian, and the focus on compassion without judgment is a representation of the real message of Christianity. There’s a line from the end that has always stuck with me: “To love another person is to see the face of God.”

So…wow. This turned into 3,500 words on why I love Les Mis so much, so I hope I’ve convinced you.

Is it December 14th yet?

Please Don’t Kill the Dream I Dream

To say that I love Les Miserables would be an understatement on the scale of calling the Grand Canyon a crack. The first words I ever wrote on this blog were a Les Mis reference. I could write an entire post on how I came to be such a big fan and what I love about it (in fact, I will write that post) but this is not it. This is a post about the Les Miserables movie. Not the 1998 movie with Liam Neeson (now, normally I don’t care that much if movies change things from the book, but this movie, which I probably would have liked if I hadn’t read the book and seen the musical, got SO MUCH WRONG), but the upcoming adaptation of the musical.

A movie adaptation of the musical is one of those things that had been talked about for years and years but always got stuck in development. But then I started hearing casting details, so I thought, “Huh, maybe they really are going to make a movie this time.” Still, things get put off in Hollywood all the time, I figured. Who knew when or if they’d get around to making this?

THEN, just this weekend, I heard that they’re currently filming the movie and that it will be released THIS DECEMBER.

!!!!!!

Merry Christmas to me! And it’s being released on December 14th rather than Christmas, which means I’ll get to see it even if the apocalypse happens!

Well, I hope. I am now very nervous about how this movie is going to turn out. Seriously, since Saturday I have not been able to get this movie, which doesn’t even exist yet, off my mind. So this post is kind of a way of getting a handle on all my thoughts about it.

First of all, I have always loved the idea of a movie version of the Les Miserables musical. Some shows work onstage largely because of the visual spectacle, and those musicals, i.e. The Phantom of the Opera, generally make lousy movies because they don’t come across as well onscreen. But the music, the characters, and the storyline are what make Les Mis so appealing, and I think that the freedom to show more than the stage limits a musical production to showing could be great. Already in my head I have visions of how different songs could be filmed—for example, showing flashbacks to Fantine’s relationship with Tholomyes during “I Dreamed a Dream,” and I also have a very clear of how songs like “Who Am I?”, “On My Own,” and “One Day More” would look onscreen.

Then there’s the matter of casting. My favorite Jean Valjean is the one who made me fall in love with this play, Randal Keith, whose CD I own. Here he is doing “Bring Him Home.”

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8OCWJdq5_E]

But of course, they need a big-name actor for the lead role. So Jean Valjean, as Gina at Fantasy Casting correctly predicted, is played by Hugh Jackman. After looking up clips of him singing on YouTube and seeing this picture he tweeted of himself as Valjean, I think this is a great choice. He’s done a lot of theater, and here’s a clip of him in Oklahoma! (a musical I don’t really like, but he has a great voice!).[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFjxMGM36Hk]

The antagonist, Javert, will be played by Russell Crowe. Hmm. This choice I’m a little warier of. Acting-wise, I can completely see him as Javert. I had no idea that he could sing, but he’s apparently done quite a bit of singing, as YouTube clips indicate. So, yes, he can sing. Can he sing a big, dramatic, belt-y song like “Stars”? That remains to be seen.

Anne Hathaway will play Fantine. She can definitely sing—here she is at the Oscars singing with Hugh Jackman, in fact. Acting-wise, she’s not the first person I would think of to play a nineteenth-century single mother forced into prostitution, but I’m sure she could surprise me. And she definitely has a voice that would sound lovely on “I Dreamed a Dream.”

Amanda Seyfried will play Cosette. Now, my apologies to her, but since her first movie was Mean Girls, I cannot look at her without thinking, “There’s a thirty percent chance that it’s already raining.” Physically, she is not how I pictured Cosette. As it did with Russell Crowe, Youtube is giving me plenty of evidence of her ability to sing, but I’m not sure how she would do in this part, which requires a pretty high range. Wikipedia tells me, however, that she’s trained in opera, so that makes me feel a bit better.

Eponine is my favorite character. She’s poor and down on her luck and madly in love with a man who doesn’t love her back but for whom she’s nevertheless willing to die heroically. For awhile there was a rumor that Taylor Swift would play Eponine. Now, no offense to Ms. Swift, who I’m sure is a lovely person, but that would have been the WORST DECISION EVER. (Thank you, Michelle Collins, who I have found shares my opinions on just about everything, for backing me up on this.) She is just not right for that part at all. Personally, my favorite Eponine is Lea Salonga. If you don’t know her name, you definitely know her voice—she’s the singing voice of both Mulan and Jasmine in Aladdin. And speaking of Disney, if I could steal any person’s voice Little Mermaid-style, it would be hers. Unfortunately, she’s a bit too old to play the role now. I wondered how another Lea (Michele) would be as Eponine, too, since she actually turned down this role on Broadway to do Glee, although I was a bit skeptical of her ability to act the part effectively. But then it was revealed that instead, Eponine would be played by a British actress named Samantha Barks, who played Eponine in the West End. After seeing this clip of her singing “On My Own,” I’m now really excited to see her in the movie.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYWIVmTBECE]

And the Thenardiers will be played by Sasha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter. EFFING BRILLIANT. I know both of them sang in Sweeney Todd, but for these characters, it’s the acting that’s the most important. They’re villains but also the comic relief (it’s a show whose title means “the miserable ones,” so you need to have comic relief somewhere). I think both of these actors will be amazing in these roles. And I really hope that “Master of the House” is as awesome of a scene as it has the potential to be. It’s by far the catchiest song in the show (just ask George Costanza) and is a great ensemble number.

Additionally, the brilliant Colm Wilkinson, who originated the role of Valjean (listen to him here! He holds that last note for like twenty seconds!), will play the bishop and Frances Ruffelle, the original Eponine, will have a small part as well.

A few other tidbits I’ve learned:

  • It’s directed by Tom Hooper, who also directed The King’s Speech, which I adored.
  • Cameron Mackintosh, the original producer, is producing the movie as well.
  • Rather than recording the songs beforehand and lip-synching on film, the actors will be filmed singing live on the set. Interesting. I hate the way lip-synching looks, so I feel like this can only be a good thing.
  • They’re keeping the sung-through format and adding very little additional dialogue. A+.
  • They ARE adding one additional song—it’s called “Suddenly” and it’s sung by Jean Valjean after he adopts Cosette. This is pretty standard practice for a musical—when they make the film version, they add a song so that they can be eligible for the Oscar for Best Original Song. Dreamgirls added “Love You I Do,” Grease added “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” Evita added “You Must Love Me,” and Chicago threw “I Move On” in at the end credits. That’s definitely an area of the plot that could use a song, and it’s composed by the original composer. So I’m excited to hear it.
  • I don’t know if they’re eliminating any songs, though. I certainly hope not.

So, in conclusion, I’m cautiously optimistic that this will be the best movie of all time. I’ve never gone to a midnight showing of a movie, not even any of the Harry Potter movies, but I will absolutely be going to this one.

Until then, I have Neil Patrick Harris and Jason Segel’s take on the confrontation scene to entertain me.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhXsJjVdj1E]

But This Is My Song

I don’t think I’m a very nice person. Really, I don’t. If you’re reading this thinking, “Oh, but I know you and you did/said this one nice thing this one time!” or “But I’ve been reading your blog and you seem like a nice girl!” I thank you for that, but I would like to think that I know myself better than you do and, really, I don’t think I’m very nice.

Here’s the thing that a lot of people don’t realize until they get to know me better: I am constantly angry. It goes hand-in-hand with my anxiety, which is actually about a million times better than it used to be. But although my angry thoughts are generally not as intense as they used to be, anger is one thing I can’t seem to shake. If I’m mad at someone, I don’t just think, “I’m mad at you.” Instead, I jump to all kinds of hateful thoughts that I don’t really mean, but feel like I mean as I’m in my anger.

I have written here before about how a Brandi Carlile song applies to my life. Well, here goes a post about another one, “My Song.” Specifically, the last lines:

Here I am
I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded, I’m alone
Every day
I bite my tongue
Don’t you know my mind is full of razors
I’m not sure I can take it
I’ve nothing strong to hold to
I’m way too old to hate you
My mind is full of razors
To cut you like a word if only sung
But this is my song

I love this song because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt those words. I do feel like my mind is full of razors. Good example– remember this post? I stand by that post completely because I was actually pretty calm when I wrote it–I purposely waited until I had calmed down to write it because the actual thought I have when someone’s cigarette smoke blows into my face is a lot worse than wanting to push a button to wipe smokers off the face of the earth.

I don’t like being this way, and I am constantly struggling against it, trying to be nice when being nice does not come naturally to me. Despite this, I do believe that most people really are nice. To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite books, and I love what Atticus tells Scout at the end of it: “Most people are [nice], Scout, when you finally see them.”

The problem is, though, that being nice isn’t “cool” in our culture. People always tout their sarcasm as if it’s a positive trait when a lot of times they use it to make fun of people. So much of the humor we see on TV is mean-spirited and at other people’s expense. Women will label themselves “bitches” as a reclaiming thing, but rather than use the word to mean “strong, opinionated, outspoken woman,” they embrace the worst connotations of the word “bitch”–the unapologetically catty, mean parts.

We condemn bullying in schools and cyberbullying among teenagers when we perpetuate it ourselves online. Jill wrote an excellent post recently about how the fashion blogging community can seem like high school. Nicole recently saw firsthand how uncharitably people react to news stories they really know nothing about. In college, I interned for a parenting author who, among other things, ran a message board for moms, and I saw how even women who should be setting good examples for their children could turn on each other and be petty and mean-spirited.

And this week, I saw it at 20sb–a very cliquey group of people ganging up on others who have done nothing to hurt them. Specifically, one blogger I admire a lot was very hurt by what went down.

And this really saddens me. I’ve written a lot about how in the past year I’ve connected with many great, talented bloggers, and the behavior I just described is not what I want that community to be. I’ve discovered a lot of kind, positive things that have come out of the 20sb community, like More Love Letters and Let’s Drop a Love Bomb, not to mention the friendships and connections that have developed.

Yes, we all need to vent sometimes. Yes, a little snark can be fun sometimes as long as it isn’t hurting anyone (Childhood Trauma and Television Without Pity are two good examples of this). Yes, you are allowed to rant about how you hate [insert overexposed celebrity here]. But saying mean things about people who haven’t done anything to you and who you know may very well be reading what you write…no. Just no.

 

It can be hard to resist cultural norms that say it’s okay to insult people and, in my case, to resist cutting with the razors in your mind. Not to be cheesy with a life-is-a-song metaphor or anything but to bring this post full circle, this is YOUR song. You decide how it goes, and it’s always better to do your own thing and go on singing no matter who it is who bothers you. Although I struggle with this, I try not to let those who bother me get the best of me. It’s my song, and my life.

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Filling Up the Bucket

Today in “I’m a Moron”: you know that camera cable I was looking for so I could write this post? IT WAS IN MY CAMERA BAG. Duh.

Anyway: two weeks ago, I flew out to Las Vegas for Jon and Steph’s wedding. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but I will say that their wedding was lovely. The vows they wrote were very sweet, the decor was beautiful (all in my favorite color, purple!) and the reception was just the right mix of classy and fun. They had appetizers themed after places that were significant to them (i.e. Sam Adams and Fenway Franks for Boston, Bass and mini fish and chips for London, etc.) and table numbers with numbers that had meaning to them. They also gave away flip flops to everyone at the reception for dancing and had both a photo booth and an Elvis impersonator who showed up for one song! Also, it was kind of a weird mix of people at the wedding– a handful of people I knew from college, but many more I didn’t: Jon’s friends from home, Steph’s friends from home, Steph’s friends from when she studied abroad in London, Steph’s friends from when she worked in London for a couple of years, Jon’s work friends in LA, Steph’s work friends in LA, their neighbors in LA…you get the picture. But they were all so much fun! After an awesome bachelorette party, a day spent by the hotel pool (part of it in a rented cabana), and an after-wedding trip to a club in the hotel, I made a lot of new friends. We’re all in a wedding Facebook group now and want to reunite to party again.

It was great to see Jon and Steph, whom I hadn’t seen in awhile, again. It was also awesome to spend more time with Christina- after not seeing her for almost two years, I saw her for two separate occasions in one month. We enjoyed staying in a lovely hotel, played some slots, went to a cool aquarium, and ate some great food.

Also, I crossed a couple of items off my bucket list.

You have a bucket list? you’re now saying. Why, yes, I do. Housekeeping detail: if you read this blog in Google Reader or another method that’s not directly on the site, I now have a new design (it was time for a change) and some new pages. One is on me, the other two are on my bucket list and my travel goals.

I first made the bucket list (which includes the travel goals) the summer after college, just a couple of months before I started this blog. I’ve only modified it a bit since then, and I’ve accomplished some of the items on it–living in Davis Square, traveling to places like Philadelphia and San Francisco, etc. Some items on it are totally do-able (taking a Spanish class, joining a book club, spending the whole day reading a novel); others are harder (becoming a best-selling author, attending an award show, owning a boat). The travel goals range from typical (London, Paris, Rome) to more quirky and Katie-specific (Washington Depot, CT, which inspired Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls, and Quechee, VT, where I used to go skiing, in the summer rather than winter). As my life progresses, I will update you on which items have been accomplished.

So, what’s now been crossed off the list? Traveling to Vegas, first of all. But also?

I WENT TO A CELINE DION CONCERT.

…I KNOW. You’re jealous, right? Well, you should be!

Okay, in all seriousness, I know that it’s not a concert most people would make it a life goal to see. She’s not, and never has been, what the cool kids are listening to. Some guy wrote a book about her that’s subtitled “A Journey To the End of Taste.” Ana Gasteyer did a famous parody of her on SNL. Most people roll their eyes at the mere mention of her name.

You know what? I DON’T CARE. I’ve been a huge fan of hers since I was twelve. There is nothing the least bit ironic or guilty-pleasure-ish in my love for her. I genuinely enjoy her music. I love the things she does with her voice. I love almost all of her songs, from “Where Does My Heart Beat Now” to “Taking Chances.” I love that she seems like a genuinely nice person, and that while people sometimes trash her music, I’ve never heard about her doing or saying anything bitchy or controversial– and with her level of fame and the kind of celebrity culture we live in, the press definitely would have jumped on any story about that. I love that she takes her singing seriously, but not herself or what other people are saying about her, as you can see in these videos.

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And if you don’t believe me? Believe Michelle Collins (thank you, Megan and Rebekah, for introducing me to her brand of hilarity). She will never apologize for her Celine Dion love and neither will I!

The tickets were an early birthday present from my parents. The seats were awesome and did not disappoint. (They didn’t allow photos in the theater, so I have no pictures from the actual concert.) I could see her really well, and she sounded fantastic. She did a lot of covers, which surprised me- it was about half and half her own stuff and covers like Journey’s “Open Arms” and Janice Ian’s “At Seventeen.” One of my favorite songs she did was actually a French song called “Ne Me Quitte Pas.” I don’t speak French at all, but this is a sad love song, and she cried while singing it- it was surprisingly very moving.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxjYv0N6PoQ]

And of course, the finale was “My Heart Will Go On,” a favorite of mine since my days as a Titanic fangirl. It was amazing, and I didn’t stop smiling all the way to the airport.

What’s next to be crossed off the list? I don’t know, but I’m ridiculously glad to have checked these things off my list. What an awesome trip this was.

In Celebration of Playlists

How do you listen to music? I don’t mean where you are or whether you listen to CDs, an iPod, or Pandora. What I mean is, how do you choose which music to listen to? Do you scroll through your iPod until you find an artist you want to listen to? Do you wake up with a craving to hear a particular album? Do you use Genius playlists on iTunes? Do you want to hear music by different artists, but all in the same genre?

We all, it seems, listen to music differently. And it’s funny, because while there are certain things I’m relentlessly old-fashioned about—I won’t join Netflix because I like video stores too much and I’m extremely anti-Kindle—I have no problem with the fact that CDs are almost obsolete. I haven’t bought a physical CD in years, and it doesn’t bother me that little kids have no idea what a “music store” is because they only know iTunes.

There are probably a lot of people who feel that way, but another way that the iPod has changed my listening habits is by eliminating albums for me. I know some people who will only listen to albums, and only in order, feeling that music isn’t meant to be listened to any other way. And it is true that some artists make albums intending for it to be listened to all together, but there are many others who just put a bunch of songs together on the same CD. So I don’t feel I’m missing anything by listening to songs out of order.

What I love, though, are playlists.

I remember back when I first got my college laptop, the first computer that was exclusively mine, the thing that excited me the most about it was its CD burner. I’d never had one before, and I was excited to be able to create mix CDs. I used Windows Media Player back then and made a couple of CDs that took one song off each of the CDs I owned. I still listen to those playlists sometimes (now in iTunes).

Gradually, I started getting more creative with my playlists. I made a playlist of pump-up songs for running. I made one composed of songs that reflected my junior-year-of-college mood, many of which comprised my melodramatic away messages. I made an 80s playlist for an 80s Halloween party we had in college. On Valentine’s Day, I made a playlist of love songs (because, apparently, I like depressing myself). Songs with lyrics I like, songs appropriate enough for young kids to play at the pool club where I lifeguarded in the summers, graduation songs…I couldn’t get enough of playlists.

I also started making larger playlists for every year. On New Year’s Eve every year, I go through my music and find music I like but don’t listen to enough and organize it into a playlist. I now have playlists for 2007-2010, and no song can appear on more than one yearly playlist.

Music I acquired from friends led me to create even more themed playlists. For a CD swap at work that a former coworker arranged (hi, Jill!), I did “The American Cities Mix,” where each song was about a different city. Other playlists I’ve been listening to with some frequency:

Over the Rainbow (every song has a different color in the title, i.e. “Orange Sky” by Alexi Murdoch, “Yellow” by Coldplay, etc.)

Months of the year (i.e. “Long December” by the Counting Crows, “June” by Pete Yorn, etc.)

Eight Days a Week (i.e. “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5, “Manic Monday” by the Bangles, etc.)

Rock Around the Clock (i.e. “Breathe (2 AM)” by Anna Nalick, “4 A.M.” by Our Lady Peace, etc.)

Rainy Day Playlist (every song has “Rain” in the title)

Sunny Day Playlist (what do you think?)

WTF? (songs with swears in either the title or unexpectedly in the song, i.e. “First of May” by Jonathan Coulton” or “Don’t Marry Her” by The Beautiful South)

Holidays (every song represents a holiday, i.e. “River” by Joni Mitchell for Christmas and “The Green Fields of France” by the Dropkick Murphys for Veteran’s Day)

Nerd Mix (songs like “Protons, Neutrons, Electrons” by The Cat Empire and “The Nitrogen Cycle Song” by Amy Bronson)

Songs about California (there are about a million of those)

Songs with “dance” in the title that aren’t necessarily dance songs (ditto)

Slowed-down covers (many of which are very cool—think “Hey Ya” and “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”)

By now, you probably are backing away from your computer slowly, thinking I’m nuts. Or maybe you’re thinking about the playlists you’ve made yourself. If, by some weird chance, you’re someone I know and you’d like to hear one of my mixes, drop me a line and I’ll burn you a CD of the mix you want.

In any case, I need to listen to as much of this as I can in the next few days. From the day after Thanksgiving until December 26, I’ll only be listening to my 250+-song Christmas playlist.

Wicked Awesome

I don’t go to many concerts. Haven’t paid for a concert ticket since 2006, in fact. I love music, but I tend not to get too obsessed with particular artists, so there aren’t that many concerts I would pay money for. Some, I think, are worth it; most aren’t. You often have to stand, if it’s at someplace like the Paradise, and have to suffer through one or two crappy opening acts. You fret over whether you should sing or dance along with the music, especially if you don’t know all the words by heart, and you glance around to see what other people are doing. You often can’t see very well, your ears are ringing when the concert is over, and half the time, you end up thinking that the artist sounds better on the CD. Or at least I do. It’s not the case for a lot of people, I know. Some people get an incredible natural high off of live music. They’re excited months in advance for a concert by an artist they love. They go to random concerts by artists they’re not familiar with just for the thrill of live music. They post on Facebook about how a certain (indie rock, of course) band opened their hearts and filled them, in those exact words. And while I kind of roll my eyes at that, I’m jealous of those people, too. I love listening to music, but I don’t get the huge spiritual boost from live music that some people seem to. I can’t accurately claim, either, that any music has ever changed my life or had a huge impact on me. It just doesn’t have the same effect on me.

It’s the same with religion. I’ve talked about my religious beliefs a bit here. While I do find religion comforting and benevolent, I’ve never had the kind of mind-blowing religious experience that some people talk about. I’ve read people’s writings about how religion—everything from Christianity to Buddhism to Islam to Orthodox Judaism to the Baha’i faith—changed their lives, gave them unspeakable joy, gave them whole new ways of looking at things. When people credit their faith for getting them through a tragedy or difficult life circumstance, or for giving them the strength to overcome addiction or some kind of self-destructive behavior, I marvel at the thought that religion could have that much power. While I respect religious beliefs and have my own, I’m not affected by religion to that degree.

Then there’s yoga, which I’ve gotten more into in the last year. I enjoy it, it’s shown me a better way to breathe, and I do feel a bit more relaxed after shavasana, at least more so than I would after any other form of exercise. (Some people say running gives them a great natural high, but although I run a lot myself, I can say with complete certainty that I have never felt that at all.) But my feelings on yoga are pretty similar to Sarah Bunting’s, who says “the taking of yoga so very, very seriously mystifies me.” When people say that yoga is life-changing, I have a hard time figuring out why. It’s not that relaxing. I was even at a party once where a girl said, completely seriously, “The world would be a better place if everyone did yoga.” That’s not just eye-rolling but seriously obnoxious—it’s like saying “The world would be a better place if everyone found Jesus.”

All of this does have a point, which I’m getting to. Last week, I went with a group of friends to see Wicked at the Opera House. I hadn’t seen a musical live in a long time, and I had almost forgotten what good musical theater does to me. I’ve seen Les Miserables twice, and both times, it put me in a good mood for the next week. But although I knew a couple of songs from Wicked and had read the (very different) Gregory Maguire book that it’s based on, I’d never seen Wicked before.

And holy shit. I started tearing up at least three times during the play. The storyline, which was a lot different from the book, was touching and surprising and occasionally funny. I’ve wanted to burst out singing all the songs since I saw them. I don’t often feel like music is “speaking” to me (and it would probably make me roll my eyes again if I heard someone said that), but there are a couple of songs in Wicked that I feel like I could sing about my own life. And this scene here? GOOSEBUMPS. Even more amazing in person.

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I’m not a cynical person. I’m generally pretty positive and there’s a lot that I love. So I’m glad to know that even if I remain indifferent to live music, religion, yoga, etc., there is still something out there that I can find sublime, something can move me beyond the usual limits of my emotions.

Dead AIM?

My work friends seem convinced that no one uses AIM anymore. Everyone else I know is not so sure—I know a lot of other people who do use AIM pretty regularly.

So I don’t know if most of the world has moved on to Gchat or if my publishing colleagues are just ahead of the curve (those in the know, insert joke about publishing and media here). Personally, although instant messaging figured heavily into my college thesis, I don’t like talking online via any means. To me, it’s one of the most awkward possible means of having a conversation. I’m terrible at reading tone of voice online, I can never tell if the person I’m talking to really wants to be talking to me, I never know when to end the conversation (especially if I want to remain online but just not talk to the person anymore), and if someone disappears for awhile, I don’t know if she went to pick up her laundry or if something I said offended her.

However, I do remember college, where life revolved around AIM. Before the Facebook status or Twitter, there was the AIM away message. We were constantly on AIM, updating our profiles to reflect the new dorm room we were in, the colors of our mood, and whatever clever quote we’d happen to come across. And it was imperative that the away message inform our friends, classmates, and potential stalkers where we were at all times. Studying! In the shower! Out with my friends (see, world, I have friends)! “Why isn’t the guy I like answering my messages? He’s away but not idle!” “Ooh, look, the girl in my freshman philosophy class whose away messages I check even though I never talk to her just got arrested with her roommates after her party got busted!” (True story.)

One thing that’s been lost in the translation from away messages to Facebook statuses and Twitter, though, is the art of the song lyric message. Most song lyrics are too long to sum up our deepest feelings in 140 characters, but that wasn’t a problem with the AIM away message! No, we didn’t have to come right out and say what we were feeling because an artist we liked had done it for us, leaving us with cryptic lyrics to provide our friends, hoping that they’d decipher our mood. And there were truly lyrics for every emotion. Here’s a sampling of how melodramatic and self-important Katie’s buddy list thought she was in college (and yes, I know my taste in music is all over the place and often questionable and no, I am not ashamed):

The Life-Is-Good-Let’s-Enjoy-This-Moment Message
This is the time to remember
‘Cause it will not last forever
These are the days to hold onto
‘Cause we won’t although we’ll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change…
-Billy Joel, “This Is the Time”

Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters
-Dave Matthews Band, “Best of What’s Around”

The I-Have-An-Unrequited-Crush Message
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now…
-Oasis, “Wonderwall”

Look at me
My depth perception must be off again
‘Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time…
-Saliva, “Rest in Pieces”

The I’m-Having-A-Crisis Message
Back in the days when everything seemed so much clearer
Women in white who knew what their lives held in store
Where are they now, those women who stared from the mirror?
We can never go back to before
-“Back to Before” from Ragtime (a song I love from a musical I’ve never actually seen)

I just don’t understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
And tell me everything is wonderful now…
-Everclear, “Wonderful”

The I-Will-Survive-Whatever-That-Crisis-Is Message
It’s times like these we learn to live again
It’s times like these we give and give again
It’s times like these we learn to love again
It’s times like these time and time again
-Foo Fighters, “Times Like These”

It’s all right, I’m okay
I think God can explain
I believe I’m the same
I get carried away
It’s all right, I’m okay
I think God can explain
I’m relieved, I’m relaxed
I’ll get over it, yeah
I’m so much better than you guessed
I’m so much bigger than you guessed
I’m so much brighter than you guessed
-Splender, “I Think God Can Explain”

The I’m-A-Supportive-Friend Message
If I am only here to watch you as you suffer
I will let you down
-Nine Days, “If I Am”

When you come back down
If you land on your feet
I hope you find a way to make it back to me
When you come around
I’ll be there for you
Don’t have to be alone with what you’re going through
-Lifehouse, “Come Back Down”

The I-Like-Myself-Even-If-You-Don’t-You-Bitch Message
Sometimes I’m clueless and I’m clumsy
But I’ve got friends that love me
They know just where I stand
It’s all a part of me
That’s who I am
-Jessica Andrews, “Who I Am”

I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I’m tired of looking ‘round rooms wondering what I gotta do and who I’m supposed to be
I don’t want to be anything other than me.
-Gavin DeGraw, “I Don’t Want to Be”

The OMG-Onset-Of-Quarter-Life-Crisis Message
What do you do with a B.A. in English?
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college and plenty of knowledge
Have earned me this useless degree
I can’t pay the bills yet ‘cause I have no skills yet
The world is a big, scary place
But somehow I can’t shake
The feeling I might make
A difference to the human race
-“What Do You Do With a B.A. in English?” from Avenue Q

I wake up scared
I wake up strange
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever gonna change
I wake up scared
I wake up strange
And everything around me stays the same
-Barenaked Ladies, “What a Good Boy”

The I’m-Pissed-At-Someone-I’m-Not-Going-To-Name Message
You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don’t let them see that other side of you
-Guster, “Either Way”

Look here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how we love you
No flaws when you’re pretending
But now I know she
Never was and never will be
You don’t know how you’ve betrayed me
And somehow you’ve got everybody fooled
-Evanescence, “Everybody’s Fool”

The I-Just-Watched-Garden-State Message

They won’t see us waving from such great heights
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
-Iron and Wine, “Such Great Heights”

It’s all right
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown
-Frou Frou, “Let Go” (actually, I didn’t use these away messages much myself, but there was a time where it seemed like half my buddy list did)

The Has-No-Relevance-To-My-Life-I-Just-Like-The-Sound-Of-It Message
And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world where what we want is only what we want until it’s ours…
-Train, “Calling All Angels”

Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?And don’t it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are?
-Goo Goo Dolls, “Name”

The Time-For-Bed-Message (yes, I had a few of those)
When you dream, what do you dream about? Do you dream about music or mathematics
Or planets too far for the eye?Do you dream about Jesus or quantum mechanics
Or angels who sing lullabyes?
-Barenaked Ladies, “When You Dream”

Someday we’ll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on
They never die.
That’s how (buddy name) and I will be
-Billy Joel, “Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel)” (remember that thing that would insert the buddy’s screenname into the away message?)

Plus lots of other songs that only worked on certain occasions. U2’s “Beautiful Day” for the first nice spring day we had. When I participated in a dance marathon, I was thrilled that it gave me a chance to use Melissa Etheridge’s “Dance Without Sleeping.” And around graduation time…do I even need to name all the sappy songs we had to choose from?

Writing this post has made me realize that I listen to music differently now than I did when I was in college. I think having the option of the away message gave me a more self-centered view of what I listened to. Now, when I hear a song I like, I often think of a story that the lyrics could be applied to, but it’s not usually a scenario that involves me. And being a few years removed from college has made me see how inconsequential most of the dramas I paid tribute to in my away messages really were.

I don’t usually beg for comments, but in this case, I know I’m not the only one who fondly remembers the days where AIM was the center of our worlds and the away message was the source of all your knowledge about your friends, roommates, and former classmates you haven’t seen since freshman year. What did you put up for your away messages?

With Open Arms

A few weeks after Christmas this year, I got a late present—the one I’d gotten myself.

Yep, I got myself a Snuggie.

And because I am, in fact, one of those obnoxious people who’s obsessed with her alma mater, it’s a BC Snuggie.

 

(Yes, my head is cut off deliberately. I have a bad feeling that putting a picture of myself in a Snuggie out on the Internet is going to come back to haunt me.)

It’s kind of funny—at first, it seemed like the Snuggie was going to go the way of the fanny pack and the scrunchie, things you can no longer wear even ironically. Those ridiculous commercials like the one below made it seemed destined for mocking by pseudo-celebrities when VH1 does I Love the 2010s.

But a funny thing happened—all of a sudden, a Snuggie became something desirable. People were excited about getting Snuggies for Christmas. Facebook statuses like “My roommate and I got each other Snuggies for Christmas!” and “Snowing out…drinking wine and watching a movie in my Snuggie” started popping up. The commercials even started making fun of themselves.

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Here’s my theory: if the Snuggie were a band, it would be Journey—so uncool it kind of became cool. 80s power ballads are as easy a target as blankets with sleeves, and as recently as 2004, you had characters like Luke on Gilmore Girls declaring that Journey freaks him out. But eventually, the backlash developed backlash. Journey was Ryan’s favorite band on The O.C. Dave Eggers reminisces about singing along to “Any Way You Want It” in A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. “Don’t Stop Believing” has shown up on the Glee pilot, the Sopranos finale, and every major sporting event in between. At this point, if someone dares to be snobby about Journey, you find yourself looking at him with pity. Really, don’t you feel bad for someone who’s never sung a Journey song at the top of his or her lungs?

Just like I now feel bad for anyone who hasn’t curled up on the couch to watch a movie with a cup of hot chocolate and a Snuggie. All hail blankets with sleeves! Don’t stop believing.

The Cheno Fills Me with Glee

I’m watching and loving Glee, and I have to say, if this show isn’t a runaway hit (which seems unlikely), it will not be the network’s fault. Fox has promoted the hell out of it. I’m not going to do a whole post on it, though, because I don’t really have anything new or insightful to say about it- it’s just a great show that you should watch if you’re not already.

Unfortunately, I’m also taking a writing class on Wednesday nights through Grub Street, so I’m not able to see Glee as it airs. I’m looking forward to tonight’s DVR-ed episode, though, especially because the fantastic Kristin Chenoweth guest stars tonight.

If you’ve never heard The Cheno’s song “Taylor the Latte Boy,” here it is:

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Most adorable song ever. When we did a CD swap at work, I put this on one of my mixes. I have a feeling everyone in my group was thinking, “What the hell is this? I want my pensive indie-rock!”

But this song never fails to put a smile on my face. Glee and Kristin Chenoweth seem like a match made in heaven.