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More beautiful balloons

Last year at this time, I took photos of our annual Balloonfest participants, moving gracefully across the morning sky above my house. They were completely silent, save for the flame jets they needed to release every once in awhile to maintain lift. (The sound drove Rousseau nuts. ACK.) Anyway, it was a lovely sight. Maybe I’ll see some more this morning.

This year, I caught the balloons on film as they passed in the early evening last night. They came so close, it looked like they might tangle in power lines or land on someone’s rooftop. It was fun to watch. (Rousseau still hated it.)

Some pretty pictures:

I hope your weekend starts off lovely as well. Time for the coffee. That’s the ticket.

FO

And while I’m at it…

…I’ll tell you what I think about some TV shows.

Last week I caught the premiere of “Hot in Cleveland.”

I’m not sure what I was expecting…maybe something along the lines of “Golden Girls,” but with a modern twist. I think that’s what I got, although after watching it, something wasn’t quite right.

I suppose I’m not a huge fan of the one-liner sitcom. You know, the “Three-and-a-Half Men” style, where every other line is a rimshot drum kick. I mean, it was funny, don’t get me wrong. But it just lacked — I dunno — sincerity. Does a TV sitcom require sincerity? No. A situation comedy requires situations that are comedic. And there were plenty of those in “HiC,” if not just a bit contrived.

It’s all OK, though. Above all, I think it’s fantastic that middle-aged women are back in style on TV. :-)

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Last night, the Thriller and I watched the premiere of “The Gates.” Now I might like this one, I think.

Think “Knots Landing” mixed with “Dark Shadows” mixed with “Desperate Housewives.” In other words, nothing really mindbending — just some spiky, mindless fun. They did a good job of shadowing/foreboding on character issues to establish viewer curiosity. Already, several developing plotlines are evident. I think I’ll tune in again next Sunday.

But for now, I must fly. I hope your weekend was relaxing. Mine was filled with dogs and family and fun. Off we go…

Photo credits: ABC-TV, TVLand

Paul is fab

Explaining my love for the Beatles is like trying to spoon up mercury. I can come close to catching it all in a simple, tidy container, but not.

McCartney got the Gershwin Prize for Popular Song last night at the White House. He’s in great company, along with Stevie Wonder and Paul Simon. So why do I think he’s a great songwriter? I can’t really say. John was equally as great, with George coming in a distant third. What is/was it about the band that makes me love them?

  1. None of them were fantastic players, even though Paul claims to be the best bass player he knows. (Apparently he’s never heard of Ray Brown.) George was frightened to death to play solos, and with probable good cause; he just wasn’t very good at it. However, it wasn’t about studio quality playing. And here’s where it gets tough to explain. Their music was just so different; they didn’t claim to change the world with it, but they did. Truthfully — who else in 1966 was writing songs likeĀ  “Norwegian Wood,” “Taxman” and “And Your Bird Can Sing”? Nobody. And it wasn’t just the words or the harmonic structure or instrumentation or melodies, either, although they were groundbreaking. It was all of it put together, plus that je ne sais quoi. They weren’t just another group of guys from Merseyside wanting to score a record contract. They were a phenomenon that even today defies accurate description.
  2. Go back and look how their hair, clothing, personal outlook and general cheekiness changed a generation, almost immediately. And they really weren’t exclusively the hard-partying, smarta$$ rockers. Transcripts of their hundreds of press conferences are amazing records of how bright they were at such a young age.
  3. As wonderful as they were, they were also human. They said and did stupid stuff and they wrote doggy songs every once in awhile. There’s a considerable list of songs of theirs that I think are really dumb. I just listen to the dozens and dozens that I love.
  4. Those of us who love the Fabs have to separate the men from the music. Paul was (and probably still is) a self-promoting megalomaniac. George was an intolerant snob, and John could be downright cruel to people who loved him (and often was). Ringo was so insecure and fretful, he rarely ever said what was really on his mind during the difficult studio days.

Hm. I just read those four items, and it still doesn’t really explain why I adore their music, and why it’s part of me on an absolute cellular level. I guess I’m trying to say that it’s not the four men personally that make me love them, although I was married to all four of them at various times during the sixth and seventh grade. Rather, it’s the way their songs spoke — and still speak — to me in a very personal way, both as a musician and a human. Does that make any sense?

Anyway. Time to get ready for my contract day. For you non-teacher types, that means the LAST DAY of the year! YAAAY!

FO

Photo credit: Luke Sharrett, New York Times

Still a bit Lost

I will be curious to find some answers, or at least read the blog rants about the lack thereof. The Thriller and I never watched a single episode of Lost until the final season. And we pretty much got caught up on lots of details, thanks mostly to the “pop-up video” help on the bottom of the screen at various times during the year. I enjoyed the show.

Still, I’m with the other millions who are left with more questions than answers (not that everything in life must have a definitive explanation). I’m amazed at the hype leading up to it, and the cult-like following the show had/has. The Lost phenomenon only comes around every blue moon. I can think of several shows that had a similar following: M*A*S*H*, Newhart, Dallas (though the last two seasons kind of fizzled), ER, Seinfeld, and others.

Of course, all of MY favorite series get the ax at some point (Dark Shadows, The 4400), but I suppose all things come to an end. I’m still processing this. But it’s all good. I’ll get over it. It’s just television. Or is it? We could have quite the protracted discussion on what entertainments say about a culture, or the importance of identifying with a specific character in a made-up story. I’d wager it goes further than just a pastime on a Sunday night.

No time to wax philosophical/sociological, however. I have a concert tonight. Y’all come.

FO

Couple of confessions

1. I think I am the only high school choral director on earth who has never seen a single episode of Glee.

2. I’ve also never seen the Star Wars prequels. I dunno…it brought in a whole new cast of characters, and I guess I wasn’t ready to accept intruders. That, and I’m not sure I really embrace the whole “before they became who they were to become” thing. Prequels seemed to be the flavor of the week there for awhile in the 90s and early 2000s. There was a long time when I thought “prequel” was just a ridiculous word made up by the film industry so they could do more movies, beat more horses, push more brands, and generate more millions in revenue by inventing backstories after running out of forward stories. Silly Fink.

[I do know that the SW stories were complete before Lucas started production on the fourth book as the first movie, though.]

But I did see all the original three movies in the theater — a great experience. This one in particular had me riveted to my chair (while pregnant with Seamus and probably wolfing down popcorn) back in 1980. Do you believe The Empire Strikes Back is 30 years old? *sigh* Tempus fugit.

I think I’ll see this when it comes out later this year. It’s not that I’m all “there’s nothing like the original,” but sometimes, well, there’s nothing like the original.

In fact, there are several movies that should never be remade. Lessee here, in no particular order…

  1. 2001: A Space Odyssey (bad astronomy and all)
  2. Gone With the Wind (because they’d muck it all up with secks and gory war scenes with limbs dangling and stuff)
  3. The Sound of Music (because it’s so delightfully breezy, easy and cheesy, and the singing is really, really good — like most movie musicals, it should just be left alone)
  4. The Wizard of Oz (I think there’d be civil war)
  5. The Godfather films (why try to improve upon perfection?)

What are your choices? What films should they never remake, or what films SHOULD be remade? I covet your thoughts this day.

Image credit: Lucasfilm Ltd.