You know how you hear a specific bit of music, for years, and it’s just background noise with very little impact and then one day you hear it, REALLY, REALLY HEAR IT and you’re blown away? Just absolutely floored?
So I realize it’s sad to admit that this was the catalyst but nevertheless here goes. Several weeks ago I caught a re-run of Glee with Kristin Chenoweth guesting (OMG, LOVE HER) and she was singing Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. And it was her voice and the music in that moment and as she sang:
Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It’s only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost…
And what you had…
And what you lost
I fell in love. With the song. With the moment. With the feeling. I was crushed and moved.
Then I remembered how much I love Stevie Nicks. That chick rocks. She’s bad ass and she just does her own thing and doesn’t apologize for it.
Then, back to Glee, they did Never Going Back Again with like 12 guitars and it freakin’ rocked. And I loved it. And, hello, the original is Lindsey-freaking-Buckingham.
So I downloaded both songs (the Fleetwood Mac versions) to my iPhone and I’ve had them on repeat. They just seem to perfectly fit right now. Does that make sense? You know how music can match a time or a feeling at a certain time? Yeah, that. I really just need to download the whole album. That’s next.
Now I’m sharing them with you. Just enjoy.
I FREAKING LOVE the Glee version of Friday by Rebecca Black. It’s HAPPY and uplifting and makes me smile. So I’m sharing it with you, my little friends.
You might think I’m a little late getting this anthem posted today but I say au contraire, ma soeur! It’s 5:30 and that means my Friday, and the kick-off to my weekend, is JUST BEGINNING.
My boys are home from their impromptu camping trip and my husband is preparing dinner as I type. I’m looking forward to fun with my guys, good BBQ, and a cold (adult) beverage.
Is there anything better in the world than the start of the weekend??
It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend
Happy Friday! Have a wonderful weekend, mes petits amis.
Note: I didn’t actually retain any French that I “learned” in high school. I just have a fascination with Google’s Language Tools.
The Glee gay-shippers got their glee on last night when Kurt finally got his first romantic kiss with a boy. I heart Kurt & Blaine.
(Even though I can’t hear the name Blaine without thinking of that line from Pretty in Pink when Duckie says, “His name is Blaine? That’s a major appliance not a name!” I digress. Often. Moving on.)
Okay, so why is this a big deal to me?
Because I think everyone should be able to fall in love with whoever they happen to fall in love with – and I don’t think society can regulate that.
Because previously when there have been guy/guy kisses on the major networks it’s been a BIG DEAL. Like, alert the media and make sure all those that might be offended are warned far in advance so they can avoid it and not be slapped in the face by a *gasp* guy/guy kiss. Oh, the horror.
Because when I watched Brokeback Mountain I saw a sad, sad love story – not a controversial role for two straight actors.
Last night was like that for me. I had no idea Blaine & Kurt were going to go there on the show last night. And it was done so wonderfully, and in the course of the story and in the fullness of time – that is, a natural arc to that storyline. Not gratuitously. Not for ratings. Not to make a spectacle or prove a point. It was done with forethought, and romance, and it was natural.
The fact that I’m not bombarded by it in the entertainment news today is significant. I think that bodes well for acceptance of same-sex relationships, and smooching, on tv and, hopefully, same-sex marriage in real life, everywhere, as well.
They held hands. They acted couple-y. When I saw Kurt’s face after the kiss I may even have had a tear well up. Kurt & Blaine forever!(Or, you know, the rest of the season).