Last night, among other items whooshing through my subconscious: Tyra Banks, Top Model in Hawaii, Portland, a bed that was like 5 or 6 feet off the ground, me getting a bigger bed than my parents, ice cream, having to pay $6.99 to join a fanfic site, and the grand finale- the old recurring wedding dream. This time, it took on new life. For some reason, prior to getting married, I attended a performance by the New Pornographers in a school gymnasium/multipurpose room. Usually, at least Im getting married in a church. I’m really pissed that the dream cut off before I could get into my dress, etc. I wanted to see the ring!
I have a problem with Modern Family being on this list, too. And True Blood. I mean, it’s E!, so you can’t get your panties too bunched up, but still… And Felicity, really? *And* Alias? ER definitely belongs on there. I think that people forget about it, because of Grey’s, and because it went downhill in the latter years. But something like 35 million people watched those “Carter gets stabbed” episodes. Now, 12 million viewers is a big old deal. I would trade Six Feet Under for the Wire, too. SFU was a good show, but I don’t think it got nearly the love that Wire did.
No BSG, no ER, no Wire (“Too many black people for you, E! Online?”). No, fuck you, Kristin Dos Santos.
1. Lost 2. Friends 3. Buffy the Vampire Slayer 4. Alias 5. Felicity 6. Dexter 7. Arrested Development 8. Veronica Mars 9. Seinfeld 10. The Office 11. Modern Family 12. The Daily Show 13. Sex and the City 14. 24 15. Six Feet Under 16. True Blood 17. Friday Night LIghts 18. The Sopranos 19. Grey’s Anatomy 20. Survivor
BTW, Modern Family? Word? Can we pull the dick out of the mouth until they’ve had a second season?
When it comes to “the best of TV over the past 20 years”, any list that’s got 17 shows above THE SOPRANOS is a stupid list. Any list that has ANY show above THE SOPRANOS is a stupid list.
And I am sitting inside, because I feel terrible, nauseous, tired, etc. 1.5 beers. Spaced out. With dinner in between. My relationship with alcohol has taken yet another twisted turn. Or was it the food? I don’t know. Either way, I am most vexed indeed.
(I got into the Beatles when I was 11. My friends at school were into them, and my parents had a couple of their records in the basement, so I was curious. The first album I bought was the Blue Album (later greatest hits), and I saw “With a Little Help From My Friends”, which I knew as the Wonder Years theme song. WELL. Imagine my surprise at the difference between the Joe Cocker version and the Ringo version. I didn’t even *like* the Beatles version when I heard it for the first time.)
"A Day in the Life" unnerved me when I first heard it. The spookiness in Lennon’s voice, the crescendos, the "he blew his mind out in a car." Being 11, I didn’t know what the House of Lords was. I thought the line meant that people thought the deceased was a ghost or some kind of paranormal thing.
On the other side of the coin, I didn’t know what a meter maid was, either. I thought it was a prostitute or something dirty.
Here’s what I think about when Ryan Adams’s “New York, New York” comes on- my family getting our first DVD player, and my father saying “find a CD to play so we can test the CD part out” and me getting “Gold” because I thought he might like it, and he kind of did. I started college that fall, and my father sent me an email about Ryan Adams playing at some place called the Orpheum Theater, and that was really my first concert, and Tegan and Sara opened, and they were actually pretty good. It’s a funny thing, how one silly song can flash me right back to my parents’ bedroom in our old house, and how I felt at that moment.
“Jesse is seriously so, so cute; I just want to eat his little marzipan face! He’s like a koala with better hair. I’d also like to offer his scenes in this episode as Defense Exhibit 1 Billion that gay actors can make convincing straight characters.”—
So maybe Idina and Lea *do* look alike, a little bit. I’m sad that they went in such a soapy direction, but I guess Glee is, in its heart, a combination of soapy and satire. I’m glad it’s on the air, and I’m glad it’s more than a cult show that only 2 million people watch every week. It is not without its problems (over-processed vocals, Dianna Agron’s lack of pregnancy pad), but it’s talented kids saying “let’s put on a show,” it’s Jane Lynch, it’s Mike O’Malley showing some legitimate acting chops, it’s Broadway alums who you wouldn’t normally see it’s not another CSI or terrible sitcom (would you rather watch “Rules of Engagement? would you?).
As my mother is fond of saying, “I just like hearing people sing.”
(Phil Ochs [& Eric Anderson] - I Should Have Known Better)
Itunes on shuffle means up and down and schizophrenic playlist. Phil’s giddy cover never fails to make me grin. Also, Sean Penn needs to keep his mitts off of that Ochs biopic that he wants to make. Leave it alone, please!
…”Facts About Ants, with Laura Marling,” Tracy, Riesling, quality time at the pier, pork buns, cooking, rusty knots, late dinners, cheap chardonnay, Joel McHale saying “cute ass shit,” and some time at the gym.