My husband hates The Eagles. He even hates "Hotel California." I don't understand why anyone from California and of a certain age would hate that song. It's like the one area where our age difference makes itself apparent. The other is my inability to recognize Dinosaur Jr songs when they come on the radio.
I think I may be Burrell's husband. Also, you live in a town where they play Dinosaur Jr. on the radio? I want to be there!
I love you guys. You know I have a bad AM radio playing in my head right? It's telling me to say, we had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
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fears that may be a canadian pop culture reference
I was always of the understanding that Canada has one season in the sun.
The stars we could reach we're just starfish on the beach, Sue.
I've heard many covers of that song over the years. As well as what I assume was the original back when I woke up to an AM clock radio.
And now I'm earwormed with Weezer's
Islands in the Sun,
which takes me back to southern Africa in 2001. Funny.
Which gets me to Islands in the Stream, and musing about how Dolly aged much more gracefully than Kenny.
I'm still on Hotel California.
The beauty of Dolly is her look has always been pretty plastic, so continued surgery isn't so jarring.
You guys, I am so tired. I went to a friend's improv class performance last night, and was out past my bedtime. It was good though! Three classes performed, one of which was musicals -- they could have used some work on harmony, but were the most impressive, I think.
I once went to a play by an experimental theatre company. The play took place inside a tent-like structure and once you were seated there was no way to leave until the end of the performance. The dialogue sounded like it was written by a 1st year university student who had just discovered existentialism. It was so awful. The stagecraft and physicality of the actors were amazing, but the play was bullshit.
About halfway through I realized the plot was essentially the plot of Hotel California, and then I just giggled to myself for the rest of the play. It was seriously one of the worst things I have ever seen. (Meanwhile some people I know LOVED it. I could never figure that out.)
I am on Islands in the Stream. Although the song really in my head right now is the Jimmy Fallon/Bruce Springsteen version of "Whip Your Hair"
It was good though! Three classes performed, one of which was musicals -- they could have used some work on harmony, but were the most impressive, I think.
Improv musicals, that might be my version of hell. (Actually, just add legions of tap dancers and yep, hell.)
