The other night I stayed up until 6 a.m. watching season 2 of The L Word. This is a highly watchable show, but not that great of a show. Kind of like Grey's Anatomy or E.R. or American Idol. The season finale was set at a woman's (probably womyn's) concert featuring Betty and Heart. One of the characters--named Jenny--was in the front row rocking out to Heart singing their classic womyn's anthem (sarcasm) "Crazy on You" and somewhere during the chorus and the second verse, Miss Jenny appears to experience a cathartic transcendent moment--either that or painful gas. Her face drains of all joy and she seems to really get what the Heart sisters are putting out in the universe when they sing those dramatic lines:
Crazy
Yeah, crazy on ya
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
Crazy on ya
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, yeah
and the next scene features Miss Jenny riding on a bus crying and holding a young girl that we recognize from earlier episodes as being the manifestation of her girlhood self. And finally we see Jenny cutting her legs to ribbons with a razor blade--cuz Heart will fuck you up.
Now, I love putting on my American flag bikini, drinking wine out of the box while rocking out to Heart full blast as much as the next girl, but never in all my years of rocking out to Heart in my American flag string bikini drunk off my ass from boxed wine did I ever:
a. become depressed/morose/thoughtful after listening to Heart
b. delude myself into thinking the lyrics were anything other than the drug induced ramblings of the trashier Heart sister on mushrooms
c. ever stop rocking out to the sweet, sweet tunes of Heart.
Heart 4-evah, baby!
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You know whose music makes me introspective? The Bangles. That's right, The Bangles. I often find that I become lost in the lyrics of "Walk Like an Egyptian."
"All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian"
Ay oh whey oh, man.
I would just like to point out that you never saw TV's Frasier have an epiphany to songs by Rick Springfield, and Frasier really could have with such thought-provoking songs as "Don't Talk to Strangers."
TV get better and better.
essie
I get lost in the lyrics of Debbie Gibson's classic "Lost in Your Eyes"
I dont mind not knowing what Im headed for
You can take me to the skies...
Oh its like being lost in heaven
When Im lost in your eyes
But whey oh, ay oh whey oh--the Bangles also really make me think.
Why you slamming on Springfield? He had a song called "My Father's Chair" that would bring a grown man to tears--a grown man that had just stubbed his toe. Whey oh.
I had to look up Don't talk to strangers. Here's the firt verse:
When you were just a young girl and still in school
How come you never learned the golden rule
Dont talk to strange men, dont be a fool
Im hearing stories, I dont think thats cool
You are right, thought provoking. Too bad Fraiser never had a very special episode about stranger danger.
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