murat

Last weekend, oh last weekend... my heart is still pumping hard for boys with wings and songs.
sufjan stevens in the eqyptian room at the murat... what a way to spend a saturday.

sure, there are a few things that irritated the pants of me.. like the three blondes and the burnette seated directly ahead of me. one had a j.lo hat on and the other three were cookie cutters of the perfect emo girl. (delia's, watch out.) and every time the beautiful band did something that was different from the album cut, there were snickers and giggles and wide eyed, like, i can't believe that they are veering from the album, looks back and forth. however, despite the doings of a clan of 16 year old girls, i couldn't let them steal my joy. i just couldn't.

a buffet of mind blowing tunes were erupting out of the piano, from the banjo, escaping from the violins... and it was like angels everytime that boy opened his mouth. he was right when he deemed himself the majestic songbird, because he was.

is. because he is.

the set was a sundry of songs revisited,(one new addition) and might i add, nearly all my favorite songs. when he prefaced the predatory wasp with an exaggerated story, i hopped the first plane to euphoria. because it was just that good.. story and song. (song was better).. a volcanoe and goodness, much noise seeping together to make beautiful music.


thank god for that boy, his creativity and ability to story tell... and composition.

let's not forget that.

ever.

seriously?!

Last night, or very early this morning, as i was laying in bed wondering why i have become so addicted to "grey's anatomy", i figured it out. I swam past the obvious thoughts of witty dialouge, smart acting, and charming character development.

It's emotional attachment.

I do realize that I, erica anderson, am a very emotional person... but this goes far beyond my little sphere of self.

These people, fake medical interns, residents and attendings, bartenders and patients... these fake not real people are all based on very real and tangible emotions that all, every single one of us, feel at one point or another.. exaggerated or not... and these people acting out these emotions are right here in our homes. Every Thursday night right on time. These interns, residents, attendings, bartenders and patients will never stand us up (until the end of the season). they reside in our homes, in our hearts... in our televisions. We can sit in our pjs and sip tea while we are falling in love with these fake lives that are becoming real, comfortably.

Characters in TV shows become part of our homes... unlike movie stars. Movie stars are big time guys and girls who do one movie (or a string of really bad movies) and that's it... the movies end and end. when an episode of tv ends, we wait until next week, where we will inevitably be on our couches.. watching.

I do, in my very limited knowledge of pop culture, believe that is one reason why MOST (i do say MOST) tv stars don't make it in movies ALL that much. We do expect a role for them to play. Fox Mulder hunts aliens and loves Dana Scully -- he does not love Minnie Driver who has his dead wife's heart. You know? we see them for years and years, anticipate seasons upon seasons of them in a certain role. Movies don't fit, for the majority.

But a good deal of my love for grey's is witty dialouge, smart acting and charming character development.

so there.

not today or ever.

He'll pull my cotton-candy hair
into gray stands
and slowly smoother my satin green,
laughing chilly shrills,
he'll go on and on for months.