Oh my sweet little baby Jesus. I want to FUCK the finale of Jason Robert Brown's musical "Parade." If I could go through every day with the amazing feelings that I get from listening to this song and a few select others ("Idiot Kings" by Soul Coughing, "Sunkeneyed Girl" by Mike Doughty, "Academy Fight Club" by Mission of Burma, "Sunset on 32nd" by Strike Anywhere and a few songs from contemporary musicals and operas), life would truly be worth living.
This musical has seriously effected my psyche and I've never even seen it. It's dark as fuck and it makes me want to go to Georgia or Virginia or the Carolinas really badly so that I can listen to the accents and make friends by just sitting out in the sun and waiting for people to come around and crack jokes at my alabaster complexion. (I'm pretty sure that it's obvious that I've never been remotely near the South. Same lattitude, different coast/same coast, far North.)
I'm just afraid that if I listen to it too much that the magic will wear off. But, whenever I listen to "Idiot Kings" I am instantly in the eighth grade again, taking the queen streetcar in june along the beaches and thinking about my first ... mister? (I hated that movie, but I guess it sort of applies.)
Just hearing the bass at the beginning makes me think of wearing a tanktop with no bra and oranges/limes/yellows in my outfits, walking along the scarbourough bluffs with my other girlfriends and acting like idiots and wearing leiis from the pride parade and going to Lick's for whatever they're selling for 5 cents and playing butterfly catching games and waiting for people to come online.
It's the same way I have this huge thing about AIM sounds. Just that door opening sound sends me back to shy waiting for conversation and slight chest expansion and lifted shoulders and looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was reading and the smell of Banana Republic Classic.
All these sounds leave me with this crazy feeling, like love and nostalgia mixed together.
"Leo, oh Leo, I know he'll protect you and don't be afraid. I'll be fine here, you'll see. Farewell, my Leo. You're right here beside me. You're here by the door, and you're holding my arm, and you're stroking my hair, and you're finally free."
"God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia: the old red hills of home."
(Both quotes from the finale of "Parade" by Jason Robert Brown. Buy this CD or atleast download this song. You will be so pleasantly surprised.)
This musical has seriously effected my psyche and I've never even seen it. It's dark as fuck and it makes me want to go to Georgia or Virginia or the Carolinas really badly so that I can listen to the accents and make friends by just sitting out in the sun and waiting for people to come around and crack jokes at my alabaster complexion. (I'm pretty sure that it's obvious that I've never been remotely near the South. Same lattitude, different coast/same coast, far North.)
I'm just afraid that if I listen to it too much that the magic will wear off. But, whenever I listen to "Idiot Kings" I am instantly in the eighth grade again, taking the queen streetcar in june along the beaches and thinking about my first ... mister? (I hated that movie, but I guess it sort of applies.)
Just hearing the bass at the beginning makes me think of wearing a tanktop with no bra and oranges/limes/yellows in my outfits, walking along the scarbourough bluffs with my other girlfriends and acting like idiots and wearing leiis from the pride parade and going to Lick's for whatever they're selling for 5 cents and playing butterfly catching games and waiting for people to come online.
It's the same way I have this huge thing about AIM sounds. Just that door opening sound sends me back to shy waiting for conversation and slight chest expansion and lifted shoulders and looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was reading and the smell of Banana Republic Classic.
All these sounds leave me with this crazy feeling, like love and nostalgia mixed together.
"Leo, oh Leo, I know he'll protect you and don't be afraid. I'll be fine here, you'll see. Farewell, my Leo. You're right here beside me. You're here by the door, and you're holding my arm, and you're stroking my hair, and you're finally free."
"God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia: the old red hills of home."
(Both quotes from the finale of "Parade" by Jason Robert Brown. Buy this CD or atleast download this song. You will be so pleasantly surprised.)
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thanks for sweet note re: monkey man!