Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What's really important

This week, I've been thinking about what the important things are in my life and inbetween dance sessions with Britney's new album, I've come up with a thought or two.

It's true that as you get older, the things that are important to you change. You know, it used to matter what I drove and now that doesn't really matter to me. Granted, I don't have a car so that point may seem moot (a cow's opinion...it just doesn't really matter). I see folks driving down Madison Avenue in their overly-expensive cars and I just think the money could have gone to so many other things...(these are the thoughts of someone who works with homeless folks everyday...you rethink the actual importance of big ticket items)

The one thing that hasn't changed that's important to me are the people in my life. It's the one thing that has remained the most important thing to me since I was in junior high. I mean, what's life without people right? The world is equal parts wonderful and terrible and in order to fully appreciate the wonderful, you need to experience it with others. I'm blessed in that department. I've got my people and they've got me. They're stuck with me actually, a fact that might not thrill them, but it's true. 
The one down side to being a people person is that when you are alone, you're doubly alone huh? And what a terrible thought that these people are stuck with me and don't actually want to stick with me. Perhaps I'm a pusher...I'm a pusher Kady...and that's not a fun thought. Sorry about my momentary lapse into seriousness. Apologies. Cow's opinion. 

You know, in college, you have all the time in the world to do whatever you wanted and if you didn't have the time, you'd make it by staying up all night and making coffee runs at all hours. That's not so much the real world. (maybe on the weekends it is but whatever) I find that what I really love is getting home, looking at the clock and knowing that I have 6 or 7 hours before I have to go to sleep.Those hours are mine to do whatever I want with. You know, I do go out and about on the weekends and I do fill my time with friends, shows and random adventures, but during the week, I just love being at home, catching up on television, talking to people on the phone and writing. And that's what's important really. It's not about how much money is in my account, what car I drive (again...cow's opinion) or what neighborhood my apartment is in. I've found that over the past two months, I've seen the importance of those things fade away in my life. Don't get my wrong, there's no such thing as too much money, but I'm covered for now and that's fine with me. 

What did Charlie Brown say? 
Happiness is...two kinds of ice cream, knowing a secret, climbing a tree. Happiness is five different crayons, catching a firefly and setting him free. Happiness is being alone every now and then and happiness is coming home again. 
No mention of Raybans, a Porsche, a place on Park Avenue, overflowing wallets, or Rolex watches. This wasn't meant to be a blog against materialism but I guess it became that. What's important in life, in my life at least, isn't that stuff. It can't be. I have a computer that sounds like a freight train with a monitor that doesn't work, an iPod that's in the grave (moment of silence please), an unfurnished apartment and three times my yearly salary in student loans about to come due. 
So I ask you? What's important to you? 

Oh. And the song Werewolf Bar Mitzvah is really important to me. 

Monday, March 28, 2011

SEX!

So I watched this special last night about sex during the Civil War and I was completely fascinated. Did you know there was an entire porn industry during the Civil War? Magazines of porn sent to the soldiers. I had no clue.
Did you know that there were condoms during the Civil War? There were and apparently they got used quite a bit. They found all these letters from soldiers writing back to their buddies about the girls they had sex with in New Orleans of in Memphis. There was a statistic that one in every four soldiers in the Memphis/Nashville area had an STD because of the amount of sexing that was going on.
I just find this whole thing to be incredibly interesting, especially since we are meant to think that America during that time was a time of pure conservativism and the 'good ol' days' mentality. Turns out, they were all hopped up on porn just like today. Interesting.
The next special that came on was about sex in the modern age (I know, it was a whole History Channel Sexathon or something) and it was talking about pretty much the same thing, just fast forward until the 20's and 30's. Sex, sex, and more sex. Some of the first movies that you would go and watch in the little viewer had nudity and sex in them. Did you know that? And we make a big deal out of Kate Winslet's boob in Titanic? Apparently there was this boring...er...conservative fella who was put in charge of bringing decency back to America and he outlawed all kinds of things. He's the reason Lucy and Ricky don't share a bed. He's the reason why movie kisses lasted less than 4 seconds. He's the one who said the bicycle was sexually suggestive when a woman was riding it down the street.
I just thought it was an interesting look at the history of our "moral" nation, when in reality, we've always been just as sexed up as we are now. I would say that it was done more in secret than it is now, but that wasn't the case in the Civil War. The psuedo-boring announcer said that the soldiers in the French Quarter of New Orleans would find a girl that was walking down the street with a sheet, they would lay the sheet out and have sex right there on the street. They weren't playing games.
Here's the big question though: Would you do the same thing. No, I don't mean the whole sheet in the street thing. But the whole "I am more than likely going to be killed fighting this war and I might as well have one last good night" thing. That was the mentality for a lot of Vietnam service men for sure, and that's well publicized, but that was also the case during both World Wars and the Civil War.
I just find the whole thing interesting. People made a big to-do about how there's a nude scene in Hair or that Sex and the City was all about sex, when in reality, it seems to have always been that way, just not in the June Cleaver image of America that was displayed on television at that time. I like it when something happens that kinda flips something you thought you knew before. Keeps things interesting. Like when there's a good plot twist or when a show fast forwards a few years between seasons.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sheer happiness

I just became incredibly irritated.
I was watching some youtube clips instead of working on the magazine and in moving from Little Shop of Horrors clips to Ellen Greene clips to Kristin Chenoweth clips...Pushing Daisies was wrongfully canceled.
Pushing Daisies was one of the most wonderful shows on television and not enough people gave it a chance so ABC, the geniuses they are, pulled it from the air. You know how Glee makes people happy? (well, used to make people happy - not so much anymore) That's what Pushing Daisies did. Kristin Chenoweth was in it and even after it was cancelled, she won the Emmy for the show. That should have given people some sort of signal eh? The show was wonderful, there were moments of bursting into song, there was a magical plot and a sort of suspended reality that was almost cartoonish. Not to mention the puppy.
There's a lot of great stuff on TV right now, and there are equally as much terrible things on TV right now. I just wonder why some shows that are really great don't find audiences. Especially since audiences these days are smarter than they were a decade ago. I don't want a show to spoon-feed a plot to me. I want something that has a deeper meaning to it and makes you think. Pushing Daisies was a wonderful mixture of thought-provoking situations and sheer happiness.
Sheer happiness is something that's in short supply on television and in films these days. Even kids movies are so concerned with appealing to the parents that are buying the tickets that they are abbreviating sheer happiness to moments of happiness. Not that I don't like those films, we all know that the ending of Toy Story 3 had me sobbing, but still. Animaniacs had the sheer happy thing taken care of though. The cartoons that kids watch now that star whatever shapeless, solid-colored creature are so bland and boring. I miss Animaniacs. And I miss Pushing Daisies. There's a happiness void in their absence.

Suddenly...

Allow me to encourage you. When you're having a down day, do what I tell you to and you can find your way on the way back up again.
Ready?
Alright.
When you're having a down day, put in the Little Shop of Horrors soundtrack and listen to the following songs in the following order: Somewhere That's Green, Suddenly Seymour, and Skid Row. Here's why:
The first song, Somewhere That's Green, will make you long for something greater than you've got right now. It will make you desire to be out of the low that you're in. The next song, Suddenly Seymour, will jolt you into realizing that you don't have to stay in that down place. The power's in your hands and has been there this whole time. Suddenly, BOOM, you're going to see it, the change that you need that's been in front of you all along. Then when you listen to Skid Row, you will be reminded that things could be worse. Things could be much much worse than they are right now. Then, at the end of Skid Row, you will be assaulted by the final harmony as the entire street sings how they're going to get outta skid row! Victory! Your music-induced endorphins have kicked in! Now you're driven! Now you're thrilled! Now you're looking through your iTunes to find other songs that make you feel this feeling! Next thing you know, you're in a musically-inspired place where you're allowing music to lift your spirits! You may even smile randomly as you walk down the street!
Of course, this is the springtime remedy for being down. The other seasons have other remedies, of which I am sure I'll discuss further when that season is upon us. And you may think this is silly, but I can tell you from experience that it is a solution that works.
Plus, you get to listen to Ellen Greene sing her throat out in Suddenly Seymour and if that doesn't make you smile, something is clinically wrong with you.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Don't make me boo you.

Okay so who else loves the fact that the ballet double for Natalie Portman in Black Swan is now taking to the press to talk about how it's really all her and that Natalie didn't do any of it. I love it. Why? Because, you are trying to take down the woman who was just crowned with the industry's highest honor, an honor that this ballerina will never have. So why not try to take crap shots at the woman who just won and get your name in the papers as well? People like to think that Chicago is just a musical, but no. It's real life.
Here's the thing, Natalie didn't win the Oscar because of the dancing. Not at all. She won the Oscar because she was unbelievable in the film. So now this ballerina is trying to get all this press and inflate her name just because the timing is "right" and I say that if I saw her in a ballet, I would boo her publicly. She should know better. Since when has this kind of publicity ever ended well? How about all the Tiger Woods hookers? Where are they now? They're idiots who got paid to be in a magazine one time and will spend the rest of their lives wishing they had that fame back.
I'm actually interested in finding this ballerina and going to one of her performances just so I can boo her publicly. She should have more integrity. Take your money and go back to being a principle dancer. See, that's the other thing. This girl doesn't need the publicity. She's already a principle dancer. She's already at the top of her game. In a few years, her feet will crack and she'll have to move to teaching ballet because she's destroyed her feet and all she'll have is the fact that at the end of March in 2011, people read her name in the papers. She'll be a real life Roxie Hart, except in real life, the movie doesn't end with a kitschy dance number in front of a bunch of shiny curtains. In real life, she'll always be bitter. And in that respect, I feel bad for her.
Natalie won the Oscar and deserved it. And yes, I will try to find this ballerina so I can boo her...loudly.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

My head space currently

Have you seen the commercial on television touting the wonder that is water? It's this calm Desperate Housewives narrator typed voiced woman who is basically saying that water is good and other forms of drinks are bad for you right? Well, tonight, I think I slipped into some bout with crazy because I've lost my mind.
See, as it's showing a kid jumping into a perfect swimming pool of, I'm sure, highly chlorinated water, the dead-lady narrator says something to the effect of: "We don't swim in soda," to which I verbally answered her, "Well maybe we would if we had the opportunity."
This then led me to wonder which soda I would want to swim in.
Now you know I don't drink soda any more, haven't really for a long time, but it made me think about it non the less and the answer I landed on was that I would want to swim in Coca Cola. The only reason I can think that someone would swim in soda is to have a story to tell for the rest of their lives right? So if you're going to tell the story that you swam in soda, it should be soda colored. And I don't know who in their right mind would ever want to swim in Pepsi...unless...
Do you remember Crystal Pepsi? Do you? It came out in 1993 and tasted exactly like Pepsi but wasn't brown. It was clear. The thought process there was that people would love it because it was the same taste but didn't have any of the artificial coloring in it that makes soda brown. I remember shopping with my mother at Albertsons in Coppell, Texas and the first thing we would do was go to the soda machine and I would get me a can of Crystal Pepsi. I thought it was the greatest thing ever. It disappeared as quickly as it emerged because people just couldn't get on board with it not being brown. As the I Love the 90's special so eloquently pointed out, we, as a culture, want our soda to be the same color as a bowel movement.
So I'd swim in a sea of Coca Cola and yes, I'm sure I would drink some in and while this does beg the lingering question about peeing in the pool of Coke, I choose to overlook it. Because that's the head space I'm in this evening.
So to that commercial that tried to prove a point but in doing so also sent me into this wildly irrational head space, I will never be able to watch you again. Because now I'm dreaming of swimming in soda so I have a story to tell.

For more reasons than one, I dedicate this post to my friend Cheryl. She will know why and for the record, it has nothing to do with the part about peeing in the pool.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

600.

This is my 600th blog entry, can you believe it? 600. Who'd have thought that I'd ever do that, but here we are. And I've been here for a couple days, knowing that this would be the 600th entry. So I knew that whatever I wrote would need to be worthy. And finally today, that happened.

See, with all the computer problems I've been having, I lost about 20 gigs worth of music from my collection. Devastating really. Well, I've been trying to download music to replenish my supply and tonight, I was able to download, for the first time, the complete soundtracks of The Muppets Treasure Island and The Muppets Christmas Carol. Yes, I'm almost 28 years old.
Here's the deal though. These movies are just giant parts of my growing up, not to mention that they're The Muppets which transcend all age groups. See, I've had selected songs from both soundtracks before, but I've never had the complete albums with all the orchestrations by Hans Zimmer and all of that.
The other reason why this is important is because, some times, after I've had a hard day at work or something, I just want to listen to something that is going to bring me joy. Not all music does that. I find that the music that brings you joy has to be connected to some sort of memory of time in our lives when we were filled with joy. What's more joyous that childhood right? It's a hell of a lot better than having to pay bills as adults.
But listening to something like this just takes me back and reminds me what if felt like to watch that frog and pig make out on TV. And for some reason that's awesome. And I'm owning it. Listening to this music makes me feel the way listening to the music from Charlie Brown makes me feel, and if you've read any number of these past 600 entries, you know how I feel about the song 'Happiness' from Charlie Brown. I will always love that song.
So that's what's made me happy tonight, amongst the great many things I have to be thankful for. And knowing there's someone out there reading this, 600 posts in, that makes me happy too. So thanks for being a part of this journey I'm on. If we make it another 600 entries, it will be awesome to see where we're at.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Sights from a day with Ruth

Legos! Mounds and mounds of Legos!

It's like my childhood in a bucket! 

 Yes. We ate chicken and waffles for brunch and they were delicious.


 The Anthropologie windows are always interesting and this was no exception. It's like they cut the pieces of the paper curtain into the clothes...maybe you have to see it to understand...but it was super cool.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

My own American Tale

You know, I don't have curtains on my windows yet, which I know is wildly unsafe and all, but I just don't have them yet. So I'm lying there in bed a couple nights ago, it was a clear evening outside and the moon was shining bright. Not quite a full moon, but since I don't know all the moon-terms, I'll just say it was out.
So I'm lying there, looking up at the moon as it shines through the fire escape bars outside my window and cascades down the sides of the buildings and clothes drying on clotheslines. Cut to me, living out my own American Tale moment.
Not that I knew if anyone else was looking at the whatever-sized moon that night. I didn't. But I couldn't help but feel closer to my people who are far away. New York can be a very isolating place. Yes, I have such great friends here and yes I just had so many friends from far away that were here visiting and I loved every minute of that - but New York can still be isolating.
I remember the first night I was here, so many years ago, I went to the rooftop of the building I was staying in, near Times Square, and I just listened. There was so much life and so much light everywhere, but I felt so alone. Not in a sad, I need a therapist, sort of way. But in the fact that this city is so huge and you are just this one person. Not all of us get to be Diddy with a giant billboard of ourselves in Times Square to bolster our egos. It was that moment that I had the very humbling experience of finding out just how small I am and while I'm capable of great things, I'm still small.
But a few nights ago, staring at that moon, imagining those mice singing as they too looked at the New York City moon, and I thanked God for the people in my life, wherever they are out there.
Sappy and sentimental, I know. But it happened and it reminded me yet again of what's important in this life. It's not about my job, it's not about my magazine, it's not about this city I love so much. It's about the family and friends I love. And I do. I love them.
You know who you are.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Companys

This weekend, I had the privilege of two types of good company: the people I was with and the shows that I saw.

I've seen Chicago before, around six years ago, and I remember that I liked it a lot. But there was something different about seeing it this time. It was like they didn't take it so seriously and it was funny. I mean, it was really funny and it made sense. It's just a really great show and I can't help but think about the movie. I mean, the film was based off of the style of this production and the way it was done so effortlessly was brilliant. I knew then that Chicago deserved Best Picture but I'm reminded again tonight of why.

The other show I got to see was Stomp...I know. I'm over fifteen years behind. But still. I've now seen it and as I'm typing this, I have the most unbelievable headache. But it was worth it because the show was not only super cool but it was quite funny. I've seen bits of it on TV but being there live, watching it all happen was really cool. And I liked the fact that it's still playing at the same theater it started playing at in 1994 and it's a small theatre so the sound just assaults you. It was cool.

It was a weekend of good companys. It's great to see a good show again but it's better to see a good friend again. It's the truth.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Not so much the 'real world'

I really like The Real World...for one episode. I seem to watch it every season and then I lose interest or find something else I should be watching during that time slot on my DVR. I think it's such an interesting case study on people and how they act when they have nothing better to do. I understand that The Real World was the start of all the reality shows and for that, we owe our gratitude. Yes, gratitude. Without The Real World, there would be no Top Chef, there would be no Project Runway and there would be no American Idol, thus, no Carrie Underwood to jeopardize country award shows, no Adam Lambert to make silly people uncomfortable, Jennifer Hudson would still be fat and we would have never gotten to see Kelly Clarkson cry and sing in front of a shower of fireworks. That's just wrong.
But really, The Real World seems so silly now. They've been living together for 2 days and they're already talking about which ones like each other and how they have these feelings and stuff. It's just funny to me since that's not the real world at all. In the real world, we barely have time to date. In the real world, our jobs give us stress fractures of the psyche. In the real world, we don't get to go play in Vegas for three months, live in the penthouse of one of the hotels and have a standing VIP section and free drinks all night long. But it's fun to watch that stuff isn't it? Except it wasn't all that fun this time. I dunno, the appeal was lost I think. Maybe the people were boring?
Regardless - this season will go much the same way as the last season...I won't keep watching. I live in The Real World already.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

McDonaldization of Broadway

Maybe it's because I'm in New York, but Spider Man is all over the news every single day and I'm really getting tired of it. We get it. It's a disaster. We get it. But perhaps all of this fuss about Spider-Man is indicative of the larger problem here. As Broadway has become increasingly more corporate, the shows that are debuting just seem to be movies that are hoping to bring their audiences with them to the stage. For instance, this spring will see the opening of Spider-Man, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, Sister Act and Catch Me If You Can, all of which were films first. What about the big blockbusters out there right now? Wicked's based on The Wizard of Oz, Jersey Boys and Mamma Mia use catalogs of music everyone knows and The Lion King was a film first too. Now I think Wicked and Jersey Boys and The Lion King are great (you know how I feel about Mamma Mia) I even think The Lion King and Billy Elliot are works of art put on stage. Superior art. But still. They're films being put on stage.
The brand new musicals that debuted in the fall have all disappeared. Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and The Scottsboro Boys both left prematurely, leaving a giant hole in the tapestry that's creating modern musical theatre today. Originality is not only frowned upon, but is almost scorned in favor of filling the seats with as many bodies who can sing along with Dancing Queen as possible.
I'm not trying to be a theatre snob, I just wish there was an importance placed on new and original works. Broadway has become a very difficult place for artists to get anything of substance done, but every now and then, something slips in. Here's hoping more will slip through.
But really, I blame the tourists for most things. I blame them for making me late to work, I blame them for standing in the middle of the sidewalk, I blame them for constantly asking me to take their picture and because I'm such a nice person I feel like I have to. I blame them for coming to New York and only seeing Spider-Man and The Lion King. My favorite is when people come here and they see Wicked...when they've seen it before. Why? There are so many new things out there to discover. Why pay 100 dollars to see something you've seen and will be exactly the same? I blame tourists for the overpricing of street hotdogs in midtown too. They're only supposed to be a dollar people.
I just needed to rant. I love theatre more than most things in this life but I get really irritated by the fact that nothing original seems to be able to make it anymore.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Queen of the (Monday) night

Wow.
Last night, I saw the Broadway production of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and for those of you who are not familiar with the movie that preceded it, the plot boils down to three drag queens on a road trip.
Well, let me tell you, those were a fun two and a half hours. One number after another, it was like the rainbow  ran into a disco ball which collided with a bucket of glitter and it all exploded over the stage. Remember that first time you saw Times Square? That first feeling of "WOW!" that comes over you as you see all the glitz and the lights and the colors? Right. It's that...on the stage for two hours.
I will say that the emotional strings of the story weren't as tight as they could have been. I expected a little more meat on the bones of the story, but the numbers were fun, the energy of the cast and the audience was through the roof and one cast member in particular stole the show. Nick Adams isn't really a newcomer to Broadway, but he's a newcomer to being a headliner and his character is the most 'out'spoken of all of them (pun very much intended).He has this boyish charm thing happening for him that in any other situation would probably be obnoxious, but in this show, works completely.
The moral of this story is that the show was what it was meant to be, fun, that buses should all be covered in LED lights that dance around, and that carbs are the devil. Trust me. Not a single one of them up there has seen a carb in months.
You know, sometimes all you really need is a show that will make your face hurt from smiling the whole time. Sometimes you just need a wild night of color explosion. Sometimes you just need musical theatre arrangements of Pat Benatar and Madonna songs. Sometimes that's just what you need to kick off your week.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Slayed by Flay

Last night was one of those nights that stays with you long after it's over. See, I love when friends come to the city and I'm able to see them. New York is awesome in that way. People come to you. You don't have to go to them anymore. Why? Because everyone comes through New York.
Anyways - so I'm with my girls from my staff and we were treated to a dinner at Bar Americain - one of Bobby Flay's restaurants here in Manhattan. Now listen, I'm gonna be honest here. When I'm watching Iron Chef, I never like it when Bobby Flay is on there because the challenger doesn't stand a chance. I like it when they stand a chance. But I digress...
The reason they don't stand a chance is because his food is perfection. From the tuna tar tar appetizers to the New York Strip steaks that were so delicious, you didn't need any steak sauce, to the bourbon profiterole for dessert it was an exquisite feast. Not that that's all we ate mind you. The real theme here was actually sweet potatoes.
Yes. Freshly made sweet potato chips with this thick blue cheese dip as an appetizer, this sweet potato dish that was a side that was so immaculately delicious that we thought we had died and gone to heaven (the word mouthgasm was used repeatedly in reference to this dish...no lie) and then sweet potato pie for dessert. I've never had so many variations on sweet potatoes but Bobby knew what he was doing. That was amazing.
I wish Mr. Flay had been there because you know I would have challenged him to throw down, spaghetti pizza style, but he wasn't. Another time Bobby. I'm coming for you.
All of this was made more special by the people who were there. The awesome factor was on our side and that's the truth. Bring on the next random and amazing event.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Leave Natalie alone

So Mike Huckabee is trying his best to stay in the news since he thinks he can win the presidency based off the hyper-conservative vote and on Monday, his plotting worked. He was on a radio show talking about how Natalie Portman, saying "People see a Natalie Portman who boasts, 'we're not married but we're having these children and they're doing just fine...I think it gives a distorted image. It's unfortunate that we glorify and glamorize the idea of out-of- wedlock children."
Fine. You're not big on the out-of-wedlock thing. Whatever, that's your decision and no one can fault you for it. Perhaps dragging specific people into your opinion isn't the most tactful, but okay.
Here's where I really took pause to what he said. "Most single moms are very poor, uneducated, can't get a job, and if it weren't for government assistance, their kids would be starving to death and never have health care," he said. "And that's the story that we're not seeing."
Seems to me that's quite the generalization, an extreme generalization really, and while Natalie can afford help when she's off working, it still seems a strange string to pull at in the public. This isn't 1950 Mike. Families don't look the same now as they did then and people are making it work. I guess I don't see any other point to his slamming Natalie and Benjamin other than to make the news. I don't think politicians should ride celebrity's coattails just so they can be a headline on msnbc. (except when criticizing Kanye. I'll allow as much of that as it warranted)
I think it would have been different had he not mentioned Natalie. If he'd just said that there's an epidemic in this country of unwed mothers and these are the reasons why people should wait to have kids - then that wouldn't have been such a "slam." It also wouldn't have landed him in the news either so there you go.
Am I digging too deep here? Did he just say it in some sort of tangential conversation blip? No. He didn't. I watch The Good Wife. Nothing said in a political interview isn't calculated. Yes, I do base all of my politically based feelings on the way that prime-time dramas depict it. Leave me alone. And leave Natalie alone too. She just won an Oscar for goodness sake. What's Mike done besides not winning a presidential bid? Oooooh. I went there.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Mixed Idols

I have mixed feelings about American Idol this year.
What was with the girls last night huh? It was the strangest episode of Idol there's ever been right? I mean, you had the girl who sang Hero (bad choice) and sang half of it in Spanish, you had the drag queen version of Summertime (another bad song choice - don't sing the most famous song from an Idol performance in the show's history), there was the girl that "sang" the cabaret version of Fiona Apple, and there was the girl that sang a Kelly Clarkson song (again...don't sing past Idols' songs) in an 80s prom dress. It was strange to say the least.
Then there were the background vocalists who were better than most of the girls actually trying to become stars. But isn't that usually how it goes? I mean, Melinda Doolittle was a BGV before she was on Idol. Sadly...she might be a BGV again...oh well.
But the guy's night was strange too right? There was the second-rate Adam Lambert copy cat, there was Carrot-Top and there were a slew of guys who have had people tell them they should be on Idol but in reality, they should have stayed in their coffee shops.

But I've latched onto three of them. Paul (the Rod Stewart carbon copy), Pia (the better than Leona Lewis stunner) and Thia (the poised-for-Broadway girl). We'll see how they last. But if it's anything like what they've done thus far, we could be in for some very very good television this spring. Plus, it's about time for a girl to win again and how spectacular would Pia look belting out a note while all the sparks fell behind her in the finale? For real.

Release your inner awesome

Why is Brian Williams suddenly the coolest guy at NBC? I mean, for a while there it was Andy Samburg and his SNL shorts and then it was Jimmy Fallon for bringing back Saved By The Bell, but now Brian Williams from the NBC Nightly News has taken the reigns as the guy who will do anything and everything, as long as it's awesome. He's on 30 Rock all the time, making fun of anyone and everyone (including himself) and now he's on Jimmy Fallon's show, slow jamming the news. It takes a man who is game for anything to take on all of these roles and people are loving him for it. Next stop hosting SNL? Who knows, but I believe that Brian Williams can do anything.
He's a breath of fresh air in a late night format that's become stale and even though it was Jimmy's bit, if Queen Latifah had done it, it wouldn't have been awesome. It might have been mildly humorous but not awesome. And that's what Brian Williams has. The awesome factor. I think that's what we should reach for in our lives. We should be reaching for the awesome factor because it doesn't matter what our job is or what we do, if we have the awesome factor on our sides, not only will people like us but we will enjoy life.
So everyone, let out your inner awesome! Learn from the Knight of Nighttime Pop Cultural Awesomeness Brian Williams! For this is our destiny!