In honor of breaking news. California has overturned its ban on gay marriage. Damn it, kind makes me wish I was going to ticketing software summit in Long Beach and making it a trip for two. Then again maybe not. Especially since this was my last impression of marriage before reading the news.* Happy thoughts . . .
*Not to mention the fact that I have to take care of something else before M and I could even consider it. Ain't nobody overturned any bans on bigamy.
Yesterday was Beatrice "Bea" Arthur's 86th birthday!
Long before I had dreams of becoming Carrie Bradshaw (and eventually let them go.Thankfully because me and my big head couldn't work this type of whimsy. You know, unless I found a Mulefa seedpod and hot glue-gunned a Tualapi to it.* Viola!), my talismanic TV lady idol was that mother-loving and no-nonsense taking Dorothy Zbornak. I was just like her. The tall one. The sensible one. The one with the soft spot for yutzes and the deep voice. There quite a few, but here is one of my favorite Golden Girls' moment featuring Bea.
And here's a bonus clip. No clue where it's from but with Bea, Madame (!) Melba Moore (!) and Rock Hudson declaring he's been "down low," it doesn't get any gayer than this!
Long live Queen Bea!
And "Baba O' Reily" doesn't need to be dressed up in work shirt and rude fit jeans from Hot Topic. Which brings us to the Chosen Ones.
David Cooke: He's competent enough of a singer, but the last time he really moved me was with his stalkerish reinterpretation of Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby." After hearing my hubby massacre "Hungry Like the Wolf" during our karaoke competition, anybody that does it a modicum of justice is a welcome relief. And Cook did a little bit more than that last night. However, I hated his emo-nization of "Baba O' Reily."
David Archuleta: I'm willing to give credit when when credit is due. After two weeks of the Beatles, songs from '70's and Ye Ole Pirate Shanties From Centuries of Yore, I'm willing to give
Gone tonight (if there is a kind and merciful God): Jason Castro. So long, my pretty.
If someone would have told me that Madonna's Hard Candy wouldn't be my favorite album released last week, I would called them a liar and told them that the truth wasn't in them. But truth is . . . it isn't. I like Hard Candy. It's good and frothy album that manages to do it's job and get me off my ass (only to have my poor hips and feet regret it for the rest of the day). But I found another album that makes me want to dance("Little Bit of Feelgood"), fall in love again ("Wait for Me"), make love ("Green Light") and even weep ("All I Wanna Do") and that album is Jamie Lidell's Jim. If either Van Morrison or Sam Cooke had lady bits and they decided to produce a child; and if that child decided to put out an album (and pinch a bit from Otis and Stevie's style to boot), I imagine that it would sort of sound like this Jim. I discovered Jamie Lidell yesterday while writing and listening Prince Channel on my Rhapsody player. If I paid a attention to Target commercials (honestly, that song was a little bit annoying to me) or Grey's Anatomy (honestly, that show is a whole lot annoying to me.), I would have discovered him two albums ago. But on the strength of the only album I have had the pleasure of hearing all the through (not to mention a measly $15 price tag), I've already snatched up a ticket for his June show at the 9:30 Club.
bonus track:
a.) my brother took my nieces and nephew to a Lil Wayne concert . . .
If nobody else, I figured you'd appreciate that one. ;-) read more
on Happy Bea-Lated Birthday, Bea!