Bad Romance

Embarrassing as it is to admit I have an affinity for Lady Gaga's music.  Despite the fact that her eccentric and exhibitionist personality is quite distasteful to my more conservative sensibilities.  And as bad as the lyrics are, I mean seriously referring to male anatomy as a "disco stick" is not exactly poetic, I still listen and laugh.  Not to mention her costumes.  Honestly, if you're going to dress like a Muppet and call it art, then we're probably not going to have anything to talk about now are we? 

But her music is so catchy it makes me wanna dance, which rarely happens these days!  I bop along in my car and office completely oblivious to the spectacle I create.  The fact that I'm not embarrassed is actually more embarrassing than my horrendous dancing and singing skills!  

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah

Roma-Roma-ma

GaGa, ooh-la-la

Want your bad romance

I want your ugly I want your disease

I want your everything as long as it's free

I want your love, love, love, love

I want your love

Hm, I don't know about you, but based on just the first few lyrics of one of my favorites, Bad Romance, I sense that Lady Gaga's idea of love and romance is pretty twisted and FAR different from my own view.  After all, I'm not really interested in getting anyone's disease!  And I'm smart enough and old enough to know that nothing is free, especially love.  It always costs something.  Just ask Jesus.  

Don't worry I'm fresh out of soap boxes so instead I'll just tell you about one of the most beautiful expressions of love I've ever witnessed.  A few years ago I watched as my niece was serenaded by her new husband at their wedding reception. Tears filled the eyes of every wedding guest as we watched him get down on one knee and belt out a song that obviously meant the world to them.  He wasn't a professional used to singing for an audience, he lacked the polish of a trained vocalist and his voice was a little shaky.  Simon Cowell would have butchered him.  But he didn't care, instead he risked humiliation and rejection to sing to the love of his life.  And in that moment he proved that he would love her without fear, and more than his pride.  It was the best performance I've seen in my entire life.  Lady Gaga should take note because that's romance, good romance.

God give me the courage to love so fearlessly, honestly and humbly!

My Inner Hippie

I found my inner hippie last night. I didn't know she was lost until my boss gave me concert tickets to Rain: The Beatles Experience. And for those of you who don't know, my boss does everything in style.

• The Majestic Theater
• Box seats
• Private lounge
• Valet parking

It started with I Wanna Hold Your Hand and ended with my favorite, Hey Jude. The other 2 hours were filled with songs like Yesterday, Come Together, Let It Be, Hello Goodbye, A Hard Day's Night, Eleanor Rigby, Girl, Across The Universe, I Am A Walrus. As much as I enjoyed the concert, can I be honest and say that I've always hated the walrus song? Last night didn't change my mind. It's still awful.

But, otherwise the night was AMAZING. I feel like I saw the REAL Beatles live in concert. It was an unbelievable show. Psychedelic lights, a multi-media presentation, musicians who almost perfectly imitated the real stars in look and sound. It made me wish I had seen the real deal. If you appreciate music at all then walk, don't run to the nearest show!

Now if I can just finagle a way to see U2 and Coldplay live in concert before I die.....


http://www.raintribute.com/

Nervous In The Light Of Dawn

This is my favorite song of late. Other than the hauntingly beautiful music and angelic voice of Leigh Nash, it perfectly captures my mood. It's on repeat in my CD player. Amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDtmKBCOaso (ignore the cheesy video, just listen to the song.)

"Nervous In The Light Of Dawn"

Dreamed I was in a desert, without any luck
Storm gray clouds, hovering above
Silence all around me, I was wandering alone
And I realized, there is nothing, anyone can really own

And I wished for guidance, and I wished for peace
I could see the lightning, somewhere in the east
And I wished for affection, and I wished for calm
As I lay there
Nervous in the light of dawn
As I lay there
Nervous in the light of dawn

It's hard to change, and it's hard to move
It takes years for rough, to be made smooth
You can use up all of your precious energy
To be tossed like a shell, from the hungry sea

And I wished for guidance, and I wished for peace
I could see the lightning, somewhere in the east
And I wished for affection, and I wished for calm
As I lay there
Nervous in the light of dawn
As I lay there
Nervous in the light of dawn

Hold me, in your arms, until I fall asleep
I'm so tired....
Hold me...

And I wished for guidance, and I wished for peace
I could see the lightning, somewhere in the east
And I wished for affection, and I wished for calm
As I lay there
Nervous in the light of dawn
As I lay there
Nervous in the light of dawn

American Idol Addict

Yes. I admit it, I LOVE it. It's my guilty pleasure. ***GO DAVID COOK*** And even though I attend a home group on Tuesdays and a prayer study on Wednesdays I am able to enjoy it thanks to the inventor of TIVO, whose face I will gladly kiss if I ever see it!

I love it the early stages when all of the terrible singers audition. I find myself laughing until I cry at their antics. Of course I also cry for real when some of them are heartbroken because no one has been honest enough to tell them that, no, they really should not sing in public, EVER. I get mad at Simon sometimes, especially when I think he has been unfair, but I have to admit that I prefer his approach to Paula's "nicey-nice" one. At least you know where you stand with him! ***GO DAVID COOK***

Once Hollywood Week begins I lose interest pretty fast, I don't think it's possible for me to care any less about the silly dramas that unfold between highly emotional contestants. I just want to see and hear people sing! ***GO DAVID COOK*** Ah, but once they narrow down the playing field to 24 I find myself drawn back into the frenzy. I watch every performance and listen to every note as if my personal future is at stake. This year I chose my favorite early. ***GO DAVID COOK*** A young rocker with the ability to make me like a Dolly Parton song about a sparrow - THAT takes talent. When he sang "Music of the Night" and "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" I was swooning. And, when he redid "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson, and made it amazingly cool, I nearly wept.

This week will mark the finale, and since it begins on Tuesday I will be conspicuously absent from home group (sorry HG, some things just need to be seen live!) ***GO DAVID COOK*** And, thanks to some scheduling conflicts my prayer group will meet on Thursday relieving me of the guilt I would feel when choosing to watch a television show over devoting myself to prayer... ***GO DAVID COOK***

In case you're not sure who I'm voting for, I will close with the following:

GO DAVID COOK!

DAVID COOK ROCKS!

GO DAVID COOK!

DAVID COOK ROCKS!

Check out these performances if you don't believe me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dMZ97pNilI - "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_aiawC-9aM - "Billie Jean"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHo5I811n0k - "Hello"