There is a "hit" song out by Owl City entitled "fireflies.". I use the term hit loosely as I can't quite understand how it is a hit... It's near the top of the charts on itunes and it's played all over XM/sirius..
My music sense must be off.. I'm a midwestern gal, who actually loves fireflies. I am fascinated by the history behind them and how it is the males that "blink" in order to attract a female and the female "mimics" the blink..not too different from "flirtations" and how people tend to mimic those they like.. Reality check, I've always been more intrigued in placing them in a mason jar with a few blades of grass and holes in the top (so they could breathe..the fireflies NOT people what do on Earthshmya do you take me for?)...such the humanitarian ... Or insectarian... I must have thought I was giving these fireflies a better life..as if I were sparing them from life outside of captivity, as if I were saving them from other ogres (children) who would dissect the "glowing" section and make it into a ring...sparkly! I can't believe I did that to an unfortunate firefly or two (hundred).. I didn't comprehend what I was doing (serial insect killer). I swear on my David Wright autographed baseball that I didn't mean any harm and that I rather- really-truly preferred to trap them in my mason jar and play "two if by sea.". Unleash, inner-Paul Revere.
Why am I writing this bloggery about fireflies? Well, the silly song that I can't place whether the intro belongs in a kiddie - television show or in outerspace (ironically my protestations seem foolish...it's about fireflies..what could I expect....however, it also makes me smile a little...because it was recent that my youth came back to me. I was walking on a summer night with a friend and I yanked a firefly clear out of mid air..it was flickering in the humid atmosphere...I swiped him and opened my fist..as it shown it's golden light..a glimmer of pride came across my friend's eyes and a smile as well, "that's the Iowa in you..."
"Yes, yes it is..". And I let the firefly go...to shine on another day and live the life free from my grasp and free from my opinion of the life that it should live. Sometimes that's what we need to do with our own lives and others hearts, turn it over unto something greater than us (and by that I don't necessarily mean God, but the belief that we are never really alone, surrounded by others...friends andfamily). Maybe we can dictate some things, mostly we can't understand everything. Maybe, that firefly will come back, maybe the firefly won't but we can take solace that we were lucky enough to witness a spark like a firefly in our own brief lifes.
A lot of people, obviously, love Fireflies (the song), I love the real things...not so much the song. Nothing wrong with that... Besides, the silver lining (and it's not thin)...is the memories of fireflies in my youth and in my grownup life and hopefully they abound and surround me in my future. Fireflies release their light and in that there is risk! They release that light and those that prey on them may see that, however the one that they wish to love them may also see their light and be drawn to them. It's like that risky new job, that bucket list, that trial by fire. Therefore, as cliche as it may be (and this whole blog no doubtedly is), it's pretty cool that they risk everything for that love...
Okay, it's likely nothing they control..it's purely a reproduction thing/mad science. Nah, that is so pessimistic! At least we aren't like that or we humanoids should not be like that!! I think it's still a risk, I bet some shine brighter than others! Just like some of those around us shine brighter than others. We are fortunate to get the choice to pick those people whom we want next to us on our short trip on this planet. You can be born into wealth of comfort in monetary wealth...you can live in a grand mansion, you can drive a ferrarri and you can circumnavigate the globe staying in the penthouse suite of the Ritz Carlton, but you cannot be born into the wealth of true friendship and commradery..that is earned and cannot be cheapened nor cheated. Friends are always free to go, there is nothing to keep them near aside from their own desire and want.
The most intriguing and interesting things in our life can develop from small things like fireflies. I know a little part of me hopes that if there exists larger ogre in this world/galaxy (whatever it is we live it) that if he/she/it/they/them..that if they grasp hold of me and the light goes dark around me that perhaps it is because my light is so bright that they want to capture it for a second because they too wonder just how I manage to glow, and just maybe they will release me again because they wish to see me blink and shine and glow and burn in the night until I just can't do it any longer, maybe they will set me free..
Because...I, myself, have never done too well in captivity. BURN baby BURN!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Flash!
I have a fairly elaborate (extreme) collection of SuperHero t-shirts. I won't give you and exact number (more than 4), I would give an explanation (excuse, alibi...) however it's simple I do not have one. Chalk it up to my own superhero status, who wouldn't want me in that dark alley with them (you) in their (your) moment of need (not you?).
Don't laugh, it's not funny (dropdead funny), I have super powers.
My Super Powers:
1. I can run a really, really long way.
2. I'm liable to say I can do something and I won't even realize I can't actually do it until it's too late and that will give you plenty of time to flee from your dangerous encounter (diversion).
What does this Super Hero run on?
1. Starbuck's. Lot's and lot's of Starbuck's, preferably a mocha or caramel macchiatto (the skim kind-even super heroes have to monitor their figure-how else do they fit in those super tight Ab muscle showing suits?)
Kryptonite?
1. Doubt. This super hero doesn't like to be on anyone's "you can't do it radar."
2. Negativity. Who can stand it?
My favorite Super Hero t-shirt is my red "The Flash" shirt.
What I find most ironic about this shirt? I'm not surprised that a lot of people have it, but rather that a lot of exceptionally large individuals sport it (wrong use of words...sport?). It seems to me that it would be much better to wear Batman or Superman than to decide to not look thin in the shirt of a super hero (do not say figament of imagination). It's the FLASH not the overweight McGriddleman!
Before you claim that I am being cruel or arrogant, I promise I am not. I really am a SuperHero. I admit that I am not a sprinter so that officially, technically disqualifies me from wearing the coveted Flash shirt. I'm an equal opportunity hypocrite, I simply look better doing it.
Don't forget to think about who you are with before walking down that dark alley... Hopefully, it's not a McD's imitation Super Hero!
Don't laugh, it's not funny (dropdead funny), I have super powers.
My Super Powers:
1. I can run a really, really long way.
2. I'm liable to say I can do something and I won't even realize I can't actually do it until it's too late and that will give you plenty of time to flee from your dangerous encounter (diversion).
What does this Super Hero run on?
1. Starbuck's. Lot's and lot's of Starbuck's, preferably a mocha or caramel macchiatto (the skim kind-even super heroes have to monitor their figure-how else do they fit in those super tight Ab muscle showing suits?)
Kryptonite?
1. Doubt. This super hero doesn't like to be on anyone's "you can't do it radar."
2. Negativity. Who can stand it?
My favorite Super Hero t-shirt is my red "The Flash" shirt.
What I find most ironic about this shirt? I'm not surprised that a lot of people have it, but rather that a lot of exceptionally large individuals sport it (wrong use of words...sport?). It seems to me that it would be much better to wear Batman or Superman than to decide to not look thin in the shirt of a super hero (do not say figament of imagination). It's the FLASH not the overweight McGriddleman!
Before you claim that I am being cruel or arrogant, I promise I am not. I really am a SuperHero. I admit that I am not a sprinter so that officially, technically disqualifies me from wearing the coveted Flash shirt. I'm an equal opportunity hypocrite, I simply look better doing it.
Don't forget to think about who you are with before walking down that dark alley... Hopefully, it's not a McD's imitation Super Hero!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
flu-zy
I'm frightened America has been attacked! Swine flu national emergency!
Get out your dry wall masks! Run to the stores and grab enough tampons for 5 years! That way you can sell them in 2012 or have them to barter with all the lackey's who didn't think that tampons would be the new form of currency in an Armaggedeonistic experience. It would be, don't doubt me! I know someone who built a bomb shelter for Y2K and stocked up on tampons too, he had the same idea. But think about how much the times have changed since then? How many years have passed? Think about the vaginistic technology that has transpired! Collecting them now is like owning an ipod compared with a CD player or a tape deck (even though I'm not quite sure what a cassette tape is).
Okay, I am just concerned you may not be prepared with what you need and need not do during this time of grave concern.
1. Sneeze-nation...sneeze all over strangers.. Builds up immunity.
2. French-kiss random strangers at the bar. You are hot it will be totally worth it for them to risk severe illness and even death to make out with you.
3. Wash your hands every two or three days, no sense in wasting water.
4. Stay away from pigs. Real pigs, chauvinst pigs, you get it, pretty good idea in general.
5. Wear that drywall mask with pride, and make sure you duct tape seal all the rooms in your house, place of work, etc. Take no chances!
6. Be coughorific! Run around coughing and talking on your cellphone about how you are positive for swine flu and have a fever of 104 degrees. Try it when you are waiting in line, watch the ants scatter!
Be safe, shake everyone's hands, but the swine flu is very good for that ackward situation that you will undoubtedly will experience in which you see someone you don't want to and the Swine Flu becomes a great and safe out. I would shake your hand/give you a hug but it's likely you have it and then go and hug everyone else you see. Nice big bear hugs!
Don't get sick!
The Crimes of Youth
The game in which my father encouraged me to continue playing...telling me just how great I was. I was around 3 or 4 years old, amused by the lights and all things shiny (sort of like my grown up husband...or more likely the grown up me...)...I handled that joystick with the prowess of a future fighter pilot dodging Migs.
The kicker? The unearthly discovery..
The thing that my father continues to chuckle about to this day....
The thing that has left a traumatic scar, too which I will likely never recover from??
The thing that has left a traumatic scar, too which I will likely never recover from??
The evil and horrible events that actually occured?
My father allowed me to giggle in my amusement all while I was only playing these games in my MIND...
My father had given me no Benjamin Franklin's, no Andrew Jackson's, no Abraham Lincoln's not even a single lowly George Washington...
In fact, my father didn't even give me a shiny quarter.
No quarters.
In fact, my father didn't even give me a shiny quarter.
No quarters.
That has to be some sort of crime. There should be some sort of law against misleading a young child into thinking they are the all time best at Pac-Man. The all-time best at a videogame in which quarters or dollar bills are a necessity. I thought that I surely had set all kinds of world records. I was giggling and proud of myself. I remember turning around a big cheesy grin on my face, running back and forth from the video game to the table where my parents downed pizza and beer. My parents laughing approvingly, I'm sure spreading the story amongst their other "adult" conspiratoral friends, just look, how cute our little girl is? She is sooo adorable (Now on that I couldn't agree more).
However, I am long over those scars and now possess not only a Nintendo Wii but also a Sony PS3. Fortunately, I have bypassed the need for coins of any kind. The game is mine and I can play it whenever I want. I may be hanging onto my 20's however I can still take my ball and go home!
I have come to the revelation that Pac-Man has been surpassed by one of the greatest video game creations of all time...
SINGSTAR!!
This is not your mother's karaoke.
This is main stream with the music video pumping in the background. You can rap to Eminem, you can sing ABBA or Queen or U2.
One of my personal favorites....
Vanilla Ice and his famous "Ice Ice Baby."
The last time I played this game I was two very loaded margaritas deep with one of my best friends.
We were rapping to Vanilla Ice.. My friend ended up on speakerphone with her husband "Honey, can you hear us we are rapping?"
We were rapping to Vanilla Ice.. My friend ended up on speakerphone with her husband "Honey, can you hear us we are rapping?"
I was in tears....and the best part is that my pocket was still fully loaded with shiny quarters and they are all mine, too!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The Closet...
For I have not been forthright.
I have a confession, I have been living in the oceanic abyss of my closet. Not the linen closet but instead entombed behind a closet full of Abercrombie & Fitch jeans, Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, Zara high heels, Dirtee Hollywood tshirts and JCrew suits is a Cimmerian secret.
I have been suppressing my true feelings.
I am a closet female peruser of Men's Health magazine. Gasp. Gasp. The Horror!
Let me give you a few minutes to collect yourself.
I admit that I hide behind my husband's subscription. I may have encouraged (forced) him to order the magazine under his name.
Mark me guilty as charged. I am the reader. Every half naked man in the magazine is fitness-in-a-bag and could have been in the movie 300 so CHA-CHING!! Need I say more other than .. napkin please, the drool.. Are you with me ladies?
I am quite aware that there exists a Women's Health magazine. I am too crack for that. I mean do they really think those are workouts? Don't get me wrong if I were trying to pick up guys at the gym I would probably do those exercises (pelvic thrusts) as well...but I am not....soo....let me just say that Women's Health does women as much justice as Nike shoes did in the 80's. Not that Nike cared they were selling Air Jordan's by the bushel (to yours truly included!!).
I have decided to drop the cape and admit . My most recent pull-out workout from the magazine is enough for me to declare proudly that I READ, indulge, fawn over Men's Health magazine. I have finally found the most challenging, self-gratifying workout on the face of the planet and therefore I am admitting I was a closet supporter of Men's Health magazine.
Where did this obsession come from? The euphoric feeling I get everytime I attempt that Drew Brees workout... No wonder he can throw a football out of this stratosphere.
Or on second thought it could be the inquisitive questions I am asked everytime I workout about where I picked it up...and now I confidently scream from the rafters: Men's Health, baby..how do you like them apples?
It's my hotness (insert laughter..or see a previous post where I was likened to Hilary Swank...it must have been after she was bludgeoned in Million Dollar Baby, but I will take the comparison), the point is, I am okay with being the chick reading Men's Health, buying Men's Health, having her name attached to Men's Health. The workouts are fantabulous and the receipes are pretty damn delicious as well...some killer chipotle pork chops!
Out and proud! So kick rocks with your haterade!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Books that I actually did read...
Since I posted the other day all of the books that I have yet to read and would like to read I am now posting a list of books in which I have actually read (from those same "lists"), you will be pleasantly surprised that they are not all picture books. Just finished The Gulag Archipelago (Solzhenitsyn) and Girls in Love (Wilson) and currently reading On the Road by Jack Kerouac (with nice shout-outs to my hometown)!! *No, the previous list has not been re-edited yet but at least it is now three books shorter!*
1. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
2. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
3. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
4. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
5. 1984 by George Orwell
6. An American Tragedy by Theodore Drieser
7. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
8. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
9. Atlas Shruggled by Ayn Rand
10. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
11. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
12. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
13. Animal Farm by George Orwell
14. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
15. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
16. A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
17. Beloved by Toni Morrison
18. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
19. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
20. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
21. A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
22. Kim by Rudyard Kipling
23. A Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
24. The World According to Garp by John Irving
25. Something Wicked this Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
26. The Call of the Wild by Jack London
27. Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
28. Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs
29. The Hunt for Red October by Tom Clancy
30. The Magnificent Ambersons by Booth Tarkington
31. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ernest Hemingway
32. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
33. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling
34. Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne
35. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by CS Lewis
36. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
37. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by JK Rowling
38. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling
39. Harry Potter and the Prisoner's of Azkaban by JK Rowling
40. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
41. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Ronald Dahl
42. Treasure Island by Robert Lewis Stevenson
43. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
44. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
45. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
46. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dosoyevsky
47. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
48. Matilda by Roald Dahl
49. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
50. Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
51. Charlotte's Web by E.B. White
52. The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
53. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
54. The Metamorphisis by Franz Kafka
55. One Hundred Year's of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
56. The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X
57. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud
58. How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie
59. The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss
60. The Education of Henry Adams by Henry Adams
61. The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money by John Maynard Keynes
62. The Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith
63. Hiroshima by John Hersey
64. Night by Elie Wiesel
65. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
66. Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
67. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
68. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
69. The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
70. Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt
71. Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
72. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon
73. The Giver by Lois Lowry
74. Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
75. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon
76. Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser
77. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
78. America by John Stewart
79. Paradise Lost by Milton
80. The Bell Jar by Plath
81. Illiad by Homer
82. Republic by Plato
83. Curious George Learns the Alphabet by Rey
84. The Nature and Destiny of Man by Reinhold Neibuhr
85. Principia Mathematica by Alfred North Whitehead and Bertrand Russell
86. A Theory of Justice by John Rawls
87. Prinicpia Ethica by GE Moore
88. The Right Stuff by Tom Wolfe
89. The City in History by Lewis Mumford
90. Why We Can't Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr
91. The Power Broker by Robert A. Caro
92. Orientalism by Edward Said
93. The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
94. Moby Dick by Herman Melville
95. The Gulag Archipelago by Solzhenitsyn
96. Girls in Love by Jacqueline Wilson
97. On the Road by Jack Kerouac
1. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
2. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
3. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
4. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
5. 1984 by George Orwell
6. An American Tragedy by Theodore Drieser
7. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
8. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
9. Atlas Shruggled by Ayn Rand
10. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
11. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
12. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
13. Animal Farm by George Orwell
14. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
15. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
16. A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
17. Beloved by Toni Morrison
18. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
19. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
20. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
21. A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
22. Kim by Rudyard Kipling
23. A Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
24. The World According to Garp by John Irving
25. Something Wicked this Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
26. The Call of the Wild by Jack London
27. Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
28. Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs
29. The Hunt for Red October by Tom Clancy
30. The Magnificent Ambersons by Booth Tarkington
31. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ernest Hemingway
32. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
33. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling
34. Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne
35. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by CS Lewis
36. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
37. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by JK Rowling
38. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling
39. Harry Potter and the Prisoner's of Azkaban by JK Rowling
40. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
41. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Ronald Dahl
42. Treasure Island by Robert Lewis Stevenson
43. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
44. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
45. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
46. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dosoyevsky
47. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
48. Matilda by Roald Dahl
49. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
50. Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
51. Charlotte's Web by E.B. White
52. The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
53. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
54. The Metamorphisis by Franz Kafka
55. One Hundred Year's of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
56. The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X
57. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud
58. How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie
59. The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss
60. The Education of Henry Adams by Henry Adams
61. The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money by John Maynard Keynes
62. The Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith
63. Hiroshima by John Hersey
64. Night by Elie Wiesel
65. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
66. Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
67. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
68. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
69. The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
70. Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt
71. Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
72. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon
73. The Giver by Lois Lowry
74. Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
75. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon
76. Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser
77. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
78. America by John Stewart
79. Paradise Lost by Milton
80. The Bell Jar by Plath
81. Illiad by Homer
82. Republic by Plato
83. Curious George Learns the Alphabet by Rey
84. The Nature and Destiny of Man by Reinhold Neibuhr
85. Principia Mathematica by Alfred North Whitehead and Bertrand Russell
86. A Theory of Justice by John Rawls
87. Prinicpia Ethica by GE Moore
88. The Right Stuff by Tom Wolfe
89. The City in History by Lewis Mumford
90. Why We Can't Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr
91. The Power Broker by Robert A. Caro
92. Orientalism by Edward Said
93. The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
94. Moby Dick by Herman Melville
95. The Gulag Archipelago by Solzhenitsyn
96. Girls in Love by Jacqueline Wilson
97. On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Bulletproof....
I want my MTV!!
That is all I have to say!
I will be off circling the globe again in a few weeks and what am I looking forward to aside from the culture and the sightseeing..... I can't wait for MTV!
No, I'm not talking about the reality show, nonvideo showing MTV that has taken over, check that-infested, rather-infected the American airwaves to a greater scale than the H1N1 scare.
I am talking about MUSIC VIDEOS! Real MUSIC VIDEOS!
With the recent death of Michael Jackson, the topic reached it's heights... Kids used to wait by the TV for the release of Thriller... (which is my absolute favorite "line" dance song..."hey, Matty, it's THRILLER!!!!")...okay I was still too young at that point in my life...sorry you oldies, it's okay..it's a classic I can relate!
In Europe, the music hits the airwaves quicker, they play it on the videos and I dance on my bed in my hotel bathrobe with my slippers, using my brush as my microphone... I can be La Roux..oh, right I'm preaching to an American audience. La Roux sings "Bulletproof" a highly popular song on the European airwaves as far back as July, when I danced in the Ritz-Cartlon bathroom in my heels in mother Russia. I was just recently able to add it to my iTunes list in the United States. On that same trip I discovered Cascada....Evacuate the Dancefloor.
This wasn't the first trip I ever took in which I discovered the fruits of Europe's musical tastes! Europe is just miles and miles and miles ahead!
On a trip to Paris I was introduced to a phenom you may have heard of....drumroll please.........
LADY GAGA!
That's right.
No one had heard of her but after an absolutely fantastic, on a whim, stroke of fabulous luck, four-leaf clover, Lucky Charms, Willy Wonka Golden Ticket sort of luck...I was able to score tickets to a Madonna concert in Paris of all places. Not just regular tickets....Golden Circle tickets......see I said it was a Golden Ticket sort of experience.
I met some fabulously amorous Frenchmen whom I was able to woo with my charms...(see above and try not to laugh!). I can be when I want to. I really believe they were taken by my attempts to dress in the "French" style (see my yellow velour jacket)...and my love of French wine and willingness to try to take in the entirety of the French lifestyle. Let's face it, I admit, I could live in Paris. Nothing against my current lifestyle but the forced relaxation of a few glasses of wine (seriously: bottles), a few hours at dinner trying everything from escargot to fondue and foie gras...and FRIES...French fries (I eat them..don't drink the haterade!).
I speak a little bit of french (bonjour) and therefore immediately won their affections. Okay, I speak a little more than bonjour... (au revoir).
My love for Madonna and my immediate determination and recognition that the purchase of those outrageously expensive tickets was one of the very best decisions I had ever made. How else do you learn to navigate the Paris train system, impressing your friend with your abilities to speak french and earn smiles from virtually every French person you encounter...it's amazing they do smile....as well, as navigating after a few Heiniken (kegs) back to your hotel after asking a French police officer if he spoke french in french? SO brilliant, I realized it the moment it spewed from my mouth...he smiled laughed and repeated that "yes, he did indeed speak french."
My charm (clumsiness) must have once again took over as I smiled a big toothy grin and turned beet red and repeated, correctly what my brain had intended to ask, "do you speak English" in french. He did and pointed us in the right direction.
The next several days Madonna was all I could talk about and so in return one of those lovely french gentlemen that I had won the affections of (suckers) made me a mixed CD of Madonna music along with a few other artists to serve as filler. He dedicated one particular song to me... "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga.
It fit. I admit and I was hooked on the Lady! Crazy name, crazy dress, no idea whom she was at the time, didn't matter...I sung that song loud enough to blow my french amigos (I know that's Spanish) cigarette flames out!
They (the french) had me at hello...
They read me like I devour my kindle and they drank me like I drink red wine....
I fell in love with the french at that moment. That song is a battle cry that everything is going to be all right and they were right and the song is right. Life moves way to fast to get caught up in anything, all you can do is keep dancing right on through because everything is going to be alright!
Scream it from the roughtops! I WANT MY MTV!
I can't sing, I can't dance but I love the music and I can make people smile and go into convulsions laughing at my silly performance so I will dance and sing on! Coming to a karaoke bar near you...... I will turn beet red and you will have six-pack abs when I'm done!
I WANT MY MTV!
That is all I have to say!
I will be off circling the globe again in a few weeks and what am I looking forward to aside from the culture and the sightseeing..... I can't wait for MTV!
No, I'm not talking about the reality show, nonvideo showing MTV that has taken over, check that-infested, rather-infected the American airwaves to a greater scale than the H1N1 scare.
I am talking about MUSIC VIDEOS! Real MUSIC VIDEOS!
With the recent death of Michael Jackson, the topic reached it's heights... Kids used to wait by the TV for the release of Thriller... (which is my absolute favorite "line" dance song..."hey, Matty, it's THRILLER!!!!")...okay I was still too young at that point in my life...sorry you oldies, it's okay..it's a classic I can relate!
In Europe, the music hits the airwaves quicker, they play it on the videos and I dance on my bed in my hotel bathrobe with my slippers, using my brush as my microphone... I can be La Roux..oh, right I'm preaching to an American audience. La Roux sings "Bulletproof" a highly popular song on the European airwaves as far back as July, when I danced in the Ritz-Cartlon bathroom in my heels in mother Russia. I was just recently able to add it to my iTunes list in the United States. On that same trip I discovered Cascada....Evacuate the Dancefloor.
This wasn't the first trip I ever took in which I discovered the fruits of Europe's musical tastes! Europe is just miles and miles and miles ahead!
On a trip to Paris I was introduced to a phenom you may have heard of....drumroll please.........
LADY GAGA!
That's right.
No one had heard of her but after an absolutely fantastic, on a whim, stroke of fabulous luck, four-leaf clover, Lucky Charms, Willy Wonka Golden Ticket sort of luck...I was able to score tickets to a Madonna concert in Paris of all places. Not just regular tickets....Golden Circle tickets......see I said it was a Golden Ticket sort of experience.
I speak a little bit of french (bonjour) and therefore immediately won their affections. Okay, I speak a little more than bonjour... (au revoir).
My love for Madonna and my immediate determination and recognition that the purchase of those outrageously expensive tickets was one of the very best decisions I had ever made. How else do you learn to navigate the Paris train system, impressing your friend with your abilities to speak french and earn smiles from virtually every French person you encounter...it's amazing they do smile....as well, as navigating after a few Heiniken (kegs) back to your hotel after asking a French police officer if he spoke french in french? SO brilliant, I realized it the moment it spewed from my mouth...he smiled laughed and repeated that "yes, he did indeed speak french."
My charm (clumsiness) must have once again took over as I smiled a big toothy grin and turned beet red and repeated, correctly what my brain had intended to ask, "do you speak English" in french. He did and pointed us in the right direction.
The next several days Madonna was all I could talk about and so in return one of those lovely french gentlemen that I had won the affections of (suckers) made me a mixed CD of Madonna music along with a few other artists to serve as filler. He dedicated one particular song to me... "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga.
It fit. I admit and I was hooked on the Lady! Crazy name, crazy dress, no idea whom she was at the time, didn't matter...I sung that song loud enough to blow my french amigos (I know that's Spanish) cigarette flames out!
They (the french) had me at hello...
They read me like I devour my kindle and they drank me like I drink red wine....
I fell in love with the french at that moment. That song is a battle cry that everything is going to be all right and they were right and the song is right. Life moves way to fast to get caught up in anything, all you can do is keep dancing right on through because everything is going to be alright!
Scream it from the roughtops! I WANT MY MTV!
I can't sing, I can't dance but I love the music and I can make people smile and go into convulsions laughing at my silly performance so I will dance and sing on! Coming to a karaoke bar near you...... I will turn beet red and you will have six-pack abs when I'm done!
I WANT MY MTV!
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