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Don’t apologize for the music that moves you

If I had a dollar for every time lately I’ve seen the Facebook status, “I’m ashamed to admit, but I like the new Justin Bieber song”, I’d have enough to buy myself a lot of donuts.

And that got me thinking. Why does anyone need to be ashamed to like a song? Oh. Is it because Justin isn’t cool? He’s just a punk ass punk with too many dollars and Lambourghinis to care about humanity? Well, maybe. I do believe he’s coming around though. But heck. It’s music! Listen to it, enjoy it.

I’m so tired of the music police, the snobs that tell us what’s cool to listen to. “OH you like top 40??? Uh, mah, gah. That is like SOO mainstream. I only listen to music written by starving artists performed in roadside taverns.”  or

“If you don’t know what REAL rap music is, and think Macklemore can out rhyme Tupac, then you just are the devil.”

“Ariana Grande doesn’t deserve to breathe the air that Mary J. Blige breathes”

I’m making these up. But seriously. Quit it. Let people like what they like. If you like Animal from the Muppets, then GREAT! He’s a fantastic puppet drummer.

Even fellow artists seem to diss on each other. Dave Grohl is kinda famous for that. But it’s fine. He’s cool. I mean, he’s Dave Grohl. Yet, if folks think One Direction is fun to fill up their iTunes with, are they worth living? Yes. Yes they are. Kanye is the KING of dissing on folks. I mean, do I need to say more? Poor Beck. Yet, he doesn’t need Kanye’s approval. I think he’ll be just fine. And Taylor? I don’t think she’s suffered since he hijacked her acceptance speech.

And remember, One Direction was this cute collection of boy singers that blew everyone away on Britian’s X Factor. We loved them and their moppy do’s when we didn’t even know them. Oh, but once they get big- well, then it’s cool to hate on them.

Music is personal. It transcends generations. It makes us feel good. Or it makes us wallow in the self pity we want to wallow in. It’s a break-up song. It’s a first dance song. It’s a play list when you go to cross-fit class. It’s what helps you get that last mile on the trail. It’s what your grandma listened to when you came for a visit and it makes you miss her and wish for cookies and peppermint tea when you hear it again. It can be so many things.

It’s subjective. What floats your boat might not float my boat.

McSweetie is a metal head. He loves heavy metal. God. Help. Me. I tried listening to some of it with him on a road trip and got so depressed. Also, I couldn’t understand what they were singing because it sounded a little bit like Grover from Sesame Street. But I don’t put him down for it because I don’t understand Tool or Rammstein. He goes to concerts all the time. It makes him happy. Do I go with him? No. He can have his Motley Crue and his Qeensryche and I’ll just enjoy my Katy Perry and Crystal Gale.

What?? I like Crystal Gayle okay!!

Actually, I like a lot of music. Really random. Mostly show tunes. I LOVE show tunes. Give me a good soundtrack as well. Last of the Mohicans? Muriel’s Wedding? OH my gosh- classic!

Also, I like the Bee Gees, Niel Diamond, Iggy Azalea, Macklemore, Queen, Adele, Culture Club, George Michael, Cole Porter, Annie Lennox, Patsy Cline, En Vogue.

Remember En Vogue? Oh my gosh, every time I hear that song- ‘Free Your Mind’ I want to strut on some catwalk wearing a long gown and wearing my Bitchy Resting Face. I LOVE it!

Should I go on? You can tell my interests are random, traditional, maybe a little sentimental.

My point is, I like all kinds of music. There’s a lot of music I don’t like. But will I rain on those people’s parades? Nope.

Oh my gosh- Don’t Rain on My Parade- Barbara Streisand, Funny Girl, 1968. SO GOOD!! Do I work out to that song? MAAYBE. You betcha. << Sarah Palin where did you come from?

There’s a lot of music I don’t understand. But that doesn’t it make it bad. Did song writers and artists like Freddy Mercury, David Bowie, Paul Simon and so many others, write poetry that takes you places unlike some artists today who seem to just be all about their entourage and production team? Yeah, sure.

But that’s okay. Does everyone like opera? Heck no. But is The Magic Flute some of Mozart’s best work? Yes.

Is Kanye a genius? It depends. Did he write a Rock Opera like The Who did with Tommy, did he compose probably the best movie soundtrack we know in our time like John Williams did with Star Wars? Nope. But THAT’S OKAY.

I need to stop picking on Kanye! My point is, the people that like his music probably don’t like The Who or even get goose bumps when they hear Star Wars.

Remember, it’s subjective. But there’s room for everyone, and everyone’s cup of tea.

So I’ll just be hear listening to Dixie Chicks and Wham! enjoying myself.

Don’t judge.

And stop apologizing.

 

 

 

What did that Boy Band ever do to you?

Maybe because my daughter likes Justin Beiber, or maybe because I’m trying to be an equal-opportunity-nice-to-everyone type of person. But when people make gay jokes about Boy Bands and criticize their music that it’s not ‘real’ music- it kind of irks me. I know- that’s ridiculous. You’re asking- ‘she’s going to type a blog about defending Boy Bands?’ ‘Is this woman crazy?’. Duh.

Well, bear with me here- let me explain.

And yes, I get that in some cases Boy Bands are just products of the record industry or Disney machine. Whatever. Just go with me on this, ‘mkay?

Every generation has the music that makes the previous generation cringe. I mean, The Beatles. Come on. With their floppy hair (un)cuts and their little, ‘love, love, me do’ lyrics, they were boy band material for sure. Parents hated them, girls fainted for them.

Who the hell are these fellas and why don’t they get haircuts? Said every parent in America.

Then The Monkees– total boy band. And their TV show- so cheesy, but I LOVED it! And so did EVERYBODY else. Sadly, we lost Davy Jones this year, and you know that his cameo on the Brady Bunch is what made him memorable to most of us. Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees!!

Every day after school, I’d watch their show- right after The Brady Bunch and before Little House on the Prairie.

Not every music is every person’s cup of tea. But does anyone have the right to judge what is ‘real’ music? If it moves you, makes you happy, makes you feel, gets you dancing, gets you through a break-up, empowers you, reminds you of a loved one- then it’s music!! Right??

THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO KIDZBOP! That drivel is still horrible enough for me to take ice picks to my ears!

Those cute fellas on One Direction are adorbs and totes (see what I did there? Used my middle school slang- cuz I’m a cool mom) amazing with those little English accents, and don’t deny you aren’t bopping around in your car when their song comes on.

Their mamas must be sooo proud.

The Bieb’s song “Boyfriend” gets Emma and I going every time. I’m not sure what weird, hypnotic chords they put in, but EVERY TIME it comes on the radio, we do our white girl groove. And usually, it’s in the car. And I know Justin doesn’t qualify as a boy band, but he is a boy and he gets a lot of grief. Not that I have to defend his multi- million dollar status and 2 billion records- I think he’s gonna be fine on his own.

‘N Sync. Uh huh. J- T. You know you love it. Come on …. “Bye, bye, bye…” Thank GOD he grew out the curly pubes on his head. I think he’s so much cuter now.

We get foils done in our hair and wear shiny coats, but you love us anyway.

Jonas Brothers. Okay- they kind of bugged me. Sorry Joe. You are not going to be the next Justin Timberlake. Not gonna happen. But they are good boys. The whole chastity thing is still weird. If I was famous, I’m not going to flaunt my virginity for all to know about it. Virgin and proud is great. My children will remain virgins until they are in their 30s. But every time the magazines show them with a girl friend, I’m always thinking, ‘Aww, poor thing- she ain’t gettin’ any.’

New Kids on the Block- Donnie, Jordan, Joey- so cute… and the others, whoever they are. I mean, frankly who cares about the rest. I don’t even know their names. And these fans are hard core. They have CRUISES you take with them. Not just a concert- a CRUISE SHIP.

Who DIDN’T have this poster?

Backstreet Boys– Gone-ish but not forgotten. If you don’t get up at a wedding reception and start singing, “I want it THAT WAY”, then you just don’t know what cool is.

Why so serious?

Hanson– How can I NOT include these sweetie pies??  MMMBop. And now it’s in YOUR head too. They’re all like married and accountants or something, so the ‘one hit wonder’ status is cool with them.

Hanson then. Now that’s some good hair.

Hanson now. Still got the hair.

Okay, so there is my defense of boy bands. Coming to a mall near you. They are harmless, cute, so go on- shake your groove thang.

So be nice!  And aren’t we so over calling people gay like it’s a bad thing?

Forty is the new everything

I’m a little bit giddy, a little bit nervous, and kinda paranoid all at the same time.

Here’s why:

My girlfriend Christin and I are going to the Grammys. Yeah. The real deal. Where Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett and LMFAO are all in the same room. It will be our early 40th birthday present to ourselves. Our friend Jennifer is taking us. She’s got some awesome connections and a super awesome dad that’s how we got to be so lucky.

So between freaking out, figuring out what I’m going to wear, making hair appointments to cover my roots, waxing (I don’t really wax) and telling the hubs he’ll have the kids for a whole weekend on his own, the back of my mind is going through the- ‘does this mean that with something this good, the universe will even the score and something bad will happen?

I know. That’s awful. How cynical of me. Good things happen to people, regardless. Bad things happen when  nothing good has happened. So why do I think because I get a stroke of good fortune, misfortune will come knocking?  Because I’m normal. Or fu*#ed/normal. The new normal.

So on top of all that, yes,  I’m turning 40. In August. But still, it’s there. On the calendar. Like a root canal. Or a pap smear appointment. But it’s also kind of super awesome. Why? Because I feel like now the best is yet to come. Even if the universe wants to settle any scores,  my life is way better than it was 20 years ago. Hell yeah. My twentieth birthday was spent going to my retail job, living in my cramped apartment, a few friends to make me feel special, no bars yet- I didn’t have a fake ID (too much of a goody-two-shoes) and no boyfriend. Now a boyfriend shouldn’t make you need to feel complete. But come on, let’s be real- I was a girl with needs. The need to be romanced, kissed on the neck, kissed on the lips, and snuggled. (More than that, but my mom reads my blog)

The plan is for me and the family to be in Europe with friends in August for my 40th. That’s pretty fantastical. Expensive. But fantastical. Of course, I’m stressed because I don’t have passports for the kids yet. And since the new law requires all of us to go in person so James knows I’m not kidnapping our kids to New Zealand, it makes for a difficult time getting us all together to the appointment, at the Post Office, on a Saturday. Or I’m just procrastinating because it doesn’t sound like fun to get a passport.

So yeah. My 2012 is going to be excellent. Like Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. But I doubt there will be time travel.

So the Grammy’s. I promised Emma I would  try and get a picture of Nicki Minaj.

I’m sure the next 5 weeks (FIVE WEEKS!) will be full of outfit questions and other babblings.

Yay me. And Christin. And Jennifer. Happy Birthday to  us.

Emma's favorite. I can't understand a word she sings. Emma says that's probably because I'm old and a parent.

My favorite. Maybe she'll sing to me.