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I went searching online for Band Aid, "Do they Know it’s Christmas"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jEnTSQStGE
and was agog to see how young Boy George, Sting, and Bono looked! I was like, holy cow, it wasn’t THAT long ago was it?
Yes. It was 1984.
Face it, H. It was a long, long time ago that you were 10 and wore lacy ribbons in your hair and Guess/Generra T-shirts.
When boys wore hair spray and eyeliner and tighter pants that I do, and cheesy was so buoyant that it was oddly cute. Never again will someone match George Michael’s highlighted feathery hair and pastel shorts, Jody Watley strutting her thang. But it’s all so gosh darned EARNEST that i love it despite myself.
I oft complain loudly about the artistic differences in our household. P’s weary soul can only tolerate a limited number of painfully depressing foreign films, and I can tolerate far fewer mainstream blockbuster movies.
Surely he can’t quite enjoy them as I scowl and scoff my way through the blow ‘em ups and misogyny that passes for standard cinema fare. When my bro and I were kids we had a similar cultural clash with my mom who drove us all over creation. She didn’t want to hear our pop music or rock. We didn’t want to hear Anne Murray crooning slowly (beautiful though her voice truly is) and we didn’t want to endure a car trip of classical.
Thus, the three of us drove around listening to the country station.
Yes, Dolly Parton, Mandrell sisters, Kenny Rogers served as the neutral zone for our immmigrant Chinese family. Talk about cultural fusion. Then mom and I both fell in love with that ultimate silky voice: Julio Iglesies.
Anyways, the current bizarre compromise at the homefront is: romantic comedies/dramas. We’re both kind of people that hoot with laughter during supposedly endearing love scenes. ‘I’ve been dying every day since you’ve been back Anakin" spoken in monotone by Queen/Senator Amidala to the young Darth had us tittering in the aisles.
But, at home. It seems to work. No blowing up body parts and pimpish language, no European TMI nudity and Asian miserable tragic sacrifices.
So, here we are, avowed "chick flick" haters, netflixing through romantica. Music and Lyrics was a fantastic spoof/tribute of 80’s music, and started to branch into the lampooning of 90’s as well.
But I loved Hugh Grant AKA Andrew Ridgely in this Wham! -ish spoof, and will leave U with this silly video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0A7dtdc-nU
(the blog I started to write before I got all fired up about Bhutto’s assasination among other things)
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