File last week under "familial heartburn" (and not the good kind that you get after a huge Sunday meal.)
I have one family member who is currently on "non-speaking" terms with, count them, 2 other family members. And honestly, I'm kind of avoiding conversation with her at the moment as well, although the official axe hasn't dropped...yet.
I count my nuclear family at 5 - it's not like I have 13 siblings or anything, so it's a pretty high percentage of non-communication and a lot of second hand convos relaying info to the non-speaking parties. On top of that, some stuff that happened over 20 years ago was revealed to my brain, which I haven't decided if I want to (or should) peel the scab on, but my mind keeps picking at.
Yesterday, I had a frustrating visit (some of which I take the blame for) with my Pop, to cap off the week.
Basically, my family is giving me a headache.
Add that on top of all the election muck that's starting to rear it's ugly head, I feel quite worn down today. I know that "this too shall pass," but until the storm blows off, it's all just putting me into a bit of a funk.
Cut to my drive in this morning...where I was subjected to the better side of funky. A song that took the prevailing thought out of my head and blasted it out of my factory grade speakers at me.
It was immediately followed (after a bit of dial spinning) with this...
My ever-lovin' optimism started to melt my funk laden heart and I was beginning to see a blue sky through the gray clouds...
And then I saw a billboard and immediately felt a gut punch pull the wind out of my sails.
I don't know why I have such a response to HSM and it's related crass commercialism (hmm...maybe that's it.) As a kid I LOVED movie musicals. Singing In the Rain, Sound of Music, Calamity Jane, Oliver, My Fair Lady, An American In Paris, Brigadoon, Thoroughly Modern Millie (made me want to tap dance in elevators until I turned 12), hell, I even have a soft spot for bits of Xanadu and Annie.
I would think that any type of gateway drug to get the next generation on board with musicals would be a good thing. But when the recent options are the likes of The Spice Girl Movie and the HSM series?
I long for Gene Kelly to come back to life and show them what real talent is.
I would even settle for Zombie Gene Kelly. Even dead, with a limited range of motion, he could still mop the floor with Zac Efron's ass.
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May I say that I have been on a Gene Kelly kick (seriously...no pun intended there) and TCM has been the most enabling of enablers.
"On the Town" is my favorite. Sorry "American in Paris" fans.
It's probably the sailor in me that is always on liberty.
Great songs!
Didja see the Klan guy toward the beginning of the War video? LOL.
So... I have to ask--Have you seen Hamlet 2? Thought I was gonna hate it but actually loved it.
Hang in there, don't let the family drama get you down. We don't pick 'em, you know. ; )
Ravin - Hands down as pedestrian as it makes me, "Singing In the Rain" is number one with a bullet for me. (Not only could I sing every song pretty much by heart, I probably could parrot every line.) Followed by "Brigadoon." I could watch Gene and Cyd Charisse dance for hours. "On The Town" is most def in the Top 5.
Who the hell goes to NYC and DOESN'T sing:
New York, New York, a helluva town.
The Bronx is up, but the Battery's down.
The people ride in a hole in the groun'.
New York, New York, it's a helluva town!
Nobody! That's who.
bliss - I did see him. I always love the fact that a band named WAR had songs like "Why Can't We Be Friends" and "Sing A Happy Song."
I haven't seen Hamlet 2 - and I think I missed it (is it still playing?) It's definitely going on the netflix queue!
Nobody! That's who.
Nobody but Doctor Frank Sinatra.
Google the name. You'll find he was a famous singer back in his day.
I suppose top 5 is a good score from a hippie who hates to see The American Serviceman out having a good time when they are not busy KILLING BABIES!
Support the Troops rebar.
I hate to out you, Boo, but you were WAAAAY more than 12 years old when you and I tap danced in the Old Chicago Hotel with the gated cage door...... whoot!!
We have 5 family members? How'd we get so many? We gotta get a screening process in here!
I'm going have a shirt made that reads:
hip·pie [hip-ee] - noun
a person who hates to see The American Serviceman out having a good time when they are not busy KILLING BABIES!
syn. beatnik, bohemian, longhair
I'll make a million!
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