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!