From Smash, Jeremy Jordan performs “I Heard Your Voice in a Dream”.
I have a certain affinity with art that portrays struggle, so it was obvious from the moment the dancers swooped around Jimmy Collins, like graceful vultures holding him back from the elevated Karen, I knew I was going to fall right into this story, and fall hard for the 3 minutes. I did, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it the screen.
I think Smash is beautifully done, and as I described to my mother ”nothing about it is not entertaining”. I’m not a theater person but I love entering this wild world of Broadway production for an hour a week. The work I am used to doing, and the work I love the most, is where I’m helping artists execute their vision from the ground up. Smash is looking at that concept from all angles, each with a high production value, turning them all into art and entertainment.
I’m a tv junkie, but really - I crave this every week, it’s just a great escape.
It’s very simple. Women have to hire women. Women have to trust women. Women have to stop competing with women. This whole business is about competing. And women have made great strides, but there is still a boys’ club feeling of ‘we’re all on the same team’ that women don’t subscribe to, quite yet. And, I think it’s getting better, but it’s twofold: First, women need to sit around not talking about being women. If you have to be better than the men to get ahead, just be better. Work harder, get it, succeed, and then be in the position to do that for other people. Because that’s what men did.
I caught this interview on youtube yesterday, I thought it was also great how she says “I don’t write shows to teach people lessons, I don’t think you should learn your lessons from television” and so on.
I’ve been rewatching Bunheads all lazy day. Is there a Fuck Yeah Amy Sherman-Palladino? I bet there is… (onto wasting the next two hours) Also, sad observation: I dated the exact clone of whoever that guy who plays Charlie is. Or perhaps the actual character, Charlie, who is a completely hollow idiot.
Julia Goldani Telles dancing to They Might Be Giants’ “Istanbul (Not Constantinople)” at the end of episode 6, “Movie Truck”.
But on the plus side, I am not alone because - as with a million lonely girls and boys before - books, TV, and music are looking after me now. I am being raised by witches, wolves, and unexpected guest stars on late-night chat shows. All art is someone trying to tell you something, I realize. There’re thousands of people who want to talk to me, so long as I open their book or turn on their show.
Faces, behind the skin, between this world and the next. Their teeth and their claws coming out, trying to break through. I thought of something. A tab with your face on it. Here, in the hole that fits mine. From the moment I saw you I knew you’d be the closest I got to being… close. I didn’t know what to do with that feeling… happiness. But they know now, and they’re hungry, really fucking hungry, because for as long as I know they’ve been chasing me. And now they’re ready, now they’re strong enough to break through and I can’t fight them. I used to be able when I was strong but… you’ve made me weak. And now I can’t. I can’t.
On a Skallywags* kick this afternoon, and it is making me miss going to shows nearly every weekend as a teenager. fucking hell.
I was born into a country, baptized to a religion Now I’m tied to precision This was not my decision (I) Did not give my permission So.. don’t preach to me (I’ll) Teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive He put the thorns around my head he never listens to a word I say Oh Jesus is a count, you see It makes all your decisions Belivin’ in religion Is like living locked in prison, why there’s so many of them? Oh don’t preach to me ‘Cause I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive Now.. don’t preach to me (I’ll) teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive He put the thorns around my head, listen to what I say He put the thorns around my head, listen to what I say He put the thorns around my head, listen to what I say He put the thorns around my head, listen to what I say he said, he said, he said so don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive he put the thorns round my head, never listen to a word I say he put the thorns round my head, never listen to a word I say he said, he said, he said don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive no..don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive Jesus is a count you see it makes all your decisions belivin’ in religion is like livin’ locked in prison, why there’s so many of them? don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive don’t preach to me I’ll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don’t wanna be alive
*apparently their new band is called A Third Warning.
**Side note: this song is featured in a Skins episode (S4/Ep2) as Cook appropriately sings it drunkenly down the street (à la his “Ace of Spades” moment): watch here.
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The ultimate SICK SAD WORLD quotation collection via Wikipedia/WikiQuote:
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