Do you remember the movie Shallow Hal? The one with Gwyneth Paltrow and Jack Black, where Gwyneth plays an overweight woman named Rosemary and Jack Black plays her boyfriend, but for some reason I cannot remember, he doesn’t see her as overweight, but rather, as incredibly skinny? Well, it was a stupid fucking movie, but the only decent thing about it was the song that played at the end, when Gwyneth and Jack’s characters start making out in a car or whatever it is. For today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse. Enjoy!
I know this makes me sound almost un-American, but I hated hide and seek when I was little. There was something about expecting someone else to find you that creeped me out, especially when you were playing with a group of kids that also included kids that didn’t like you. They could leave you stuck in a tree until you died for all you knew. Yeah, that’s a bit cynical, but I’ve always been more pessimistic (I prefer the term “realist,” TYVM.) than your average person, even as a kid. What’s more, where my classmates and whatnot would play, there weren’t actually any decent places to hide, so you defaulted to standing behind a tree, hoping the person doing the counting wouldn’t look there…and they always looked there first. It was anticlimactic.
When it comes to some things, I’m all about change and progressivism and all that good stuff. With other things however, I’m a by-the-book kind of gal. For example, I don’t think “Pepsi” should be a child’s name. Same goes for “Raecheylle.” Parents that give their kids either nonsense names like Pepsi or goofy, almost unrecognizable spellings like Raecheylle, are asking for them to get either teased mercilessly in school or turned down by employers as adults. My dad used to do a lot of hiring in his job before he retired, and he knew HR managers at the same company who, upon seeing a resume from someone with a stupidly spelled name, would just throw it in the garbage. Is that fair? Probably not, but it’s not against the law either. This isn’t a black/white thing, either. Stupid names and stupid spellings are an across-the-board phenomenon. Most of my sister’s students are white, and some of their names look like their parents just grabbed a handful of Scrabble tiles and threw them on the floor. What happened to Rose? Or Andrew? Or Henry? Or Elizabeth? Or Charlotte? Or Robert?
I have a pretty decent voice, but I’ve also never sang in front of anyone else, so if someone overheard me, they might disagree. I don’t sing into a hairbrush or anything, I just sing along to what’s playing on the radio or what came up on iTunes when I have it on Shuffle. If I’m being honest, I’d be embarrassed to sing in front of other people, not necessarily because I think I can’t at least hold a note, but because I have fairly low self-esteem, and I’d be worried they’d start laughing at me and calling me awful or something. That’s pretty much why I avoid doing anything potentially embarrassing in front of other people, like dancing, acting, and anything sporty.
I listen to music just about all the time, especially on my computer. I listen to the radio every day, but I mostly listen to music through iTunes, especially my decades-specific playlists. This morning, I had my 70s playlist on shuffle, and just as I went to WordPress to check out what the Daily Prompt for today was, “Make It With You” by Bread started playing, one of my absolute favorite songs. The lead singer of Bread is of course, David Gates. What is today’s prompt? Gate. Coincidence? I think not. Here is your Musical Interlude Friday slow jam — enjoy!
Have any of you heard the song “My Boy Lollipop” by Millie Small? I’m not linking it below because if I do, I think the collective blood loss from everyone’s ears leaking will decimate my reader base. I’ve heard a lot of shitty songs in my life, and that’s one of the tracks way at the top of that list. “Bread and Butter” by The Newbeats is another one. That dude’s voice…yikes. Talk about nails on a chalkboard.
What songs have you heard that you think deserve recognition on the “Worst Songs of All-Time” list?
I’m usually pretty good about getting lucky with my daily walks. I mean, the weather usually holds up for me long enough to do my 1.5-2.0 miles, then come home. Last night…eh. I checked the radar before I left the house because it was a bit dark off to the east, but there was nothing in my immediate area, so I threw my workout togs on and left the house. I was about 95% done with it when the thunder and lightning I’d been hearing off in the distance suddenly got a lot closer, and the skies absolutely opened up. It was bucketing down like you wouldn’t believe. I took off in a dead run towards the house, and no fewer than 5 cars stopped me to ask if I needed a ride home, which I had to decline because they were all going in the opposite direction of where I was going. My clothes were utterly soaked through, even my shoes and socks. I looked like a drowned rat, and felt like one too. I guess next time I won’t go so far from the house if there’s even a remote possibility of rain. Or just take an umbrella.
I don’t have much of a green thumb, but I would like to get better at it. Whether it’s flowers or vegetables, I would love to have a garden that I took care of myself. I love eating healthy foods as much as I enjoy the not-so-healthy stuff, so a huge vegetable patch in my backyard is my idea of heaven. Well, sort of, and that’s if I even believed in the concept of heaven, which I don’t, but you get what I mean. One thing I would definitely plant, if I had the money/ability is a lilac tree. I’ve talked before about how the two apartments I lived in growing up in Chicago had them in the backyards, and when we left Chicago, that was one of many things I sorely missed. I’d put the lilac tree in the center of the garden and have flowers radiating out around it. Sounds pretty, yeah? I do have morning glories growing all over the bushes next to our front stairs, so I’d eventually like to get a trellis and have them grow up that instead, but that’ll be a project for next spring.
I have a love-hate relationship with food. I love it, but I hate that some (read: most) of it is bad for you and isn’t so great for your waistline. I’d love to be able to chow down on an entire quart of Breyer’s Cookies ‘n Cream ice cream, but I can’t. I mean, I physically could do that, but I’d be severely paying for it later. I’m a weird eater in the sense that the list of what I won’t eat is probably longer than the list of what I will. If something sounds disgusting, I won’t eat it. If it looks disgusting, I won’t eat it. If it smells disgusting, I won’t eat it. For example, I don’t eat cottage cheese. It looks like a yeast infection. I see people eating it, and all I can think is, “Women go to the gynecologist to get medicine for that, and you’re putting it in your mouth.” One of the few food groups that are nearly 100% Designer Sophisticate approved is vegetables. There are very few vegetables I won’t eat. Same with fruits. So the healthy stuff, I have no issues with. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Depending how old you are, or maybe even where you grew up, upon first hearing the word “moxie,” you might either think of the word OR you might think of the soft drink which pre-dated both Coke and Pepsi. According to Wikipedia, it’s still around today, though it’s very regional. I’ve never had any, as it never made it to Chicago, I don’t think, and it certainly isn’t down here in North Carolina. I’ve heard it’s very bitter, which to me, doesn’t make for a tasty soft drink. If I’m drinking something that’s bad for me, I’d like it to taste good at the very least. Down here in NC they have a regional soft drink called Cheerwine, and oh man is it gross. It reminds me of vaguely carbonated cherry cough syrup. I’ll just stick to Caffeine-Free Diet Pepsi, thank you.