Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Friday, March 18, 2011

Pink and Gleeful, yet still freaks

Let's face it, though she may not be the first name that pops into your mind, the gays needed little help when it comes to loving Pink. Her fiery music that could nearly always spin out on the dance floor with lyrics that speaks to the best and worst of our times, live performances that put her peers to shame, and an unshakable affinity for those that sometimes don't just seem to fit in, she is definitely and artist easy for us to adore. Of course this week, that love was given an newer outlet when her song was sung by the gay heartthrob in Glee. Anyone who has a Twitter pulse could see a myriad of posts over the next day shouting out to our "nitty gritty dirty little freaks" or telling us to "Raise your Glass." I shouldn't have been surprised when the next day I typed as far as "Ra" into google that the first thing that popped up was "Raise Your Glass Pink Lyrics." Clearly this song was on fire across the nation, and especially with the gay boys.



I had the chance to briefly meet Pink at the HRC National Dinner this year, and more importantly, I heard her speak. I have always been a fan of her music, but listening to her talk about her views of the world and people whom others label as "different" really struck a chord. This wasn't a diva trying to drum up some gay love. This was a woman who felt exactly what it was that so many gay teens across the nation feel as they struggle with being what much of our society still considers "wrong."

Pink's songs are a perfect fit with Glee. The capital "L" for loser that Glee so openly embraces runs through the heart of the show in the same way that it runs through Pink's words. Being me, I had to of course re-listen to the song in my head over and over, alternating between Pink's and Darrin's voice. Then, to satisfy my love of words, I read the lyrics too. The combination of the Glee themes, also exhibited in the original songs combined with Pink's powerful lyrics got me to think about how strange it seems that we still have the idea of "losers" and "freaks." All Pink's "little underdogs" really seem like they shouldn't still exist outside the realms of "normal" and yet somehow they do, especially towards the gay world.


Why is it that we as a society can still marginalize people? We have the knowledge to make this seem ridiculous. First, looking at history, it is the freaks, underdogs, and losers that have shaken this world up when it needed it the most. The US wouldn't even exist in its current form if not for these kinds of people. Secondly, how is it that with all of the information that we have pouring out about ourselves and each other with the web and social networking can we not realize that most everyone is a freak in one way or the other. Ok, so you're a jock. You also "like" old school Mario video games, and used to play house with your sister. You may be prom queen, but your family photos show exactly how much of a tomboy you were for most of your life. Everyone's got at least a little "freak" in them, and yet we still have to pick on it. Even when something seems "accepted" by society, we still manage to push these "accepted people" to the margins.

Being gay is at a seemingly weird point in our history. In some ways we are so accepted that many people feel that being gay is a "non-issue." I mean we have high schoolers kissing on prime time television! While this can be a great thing, it has also lead to an almost ignorant view of the world that still has teens killing themselves because society still says that who they are is wrong. Many of us can't seem to decide whether or not we should allow being gay to matter at all. I hear so often that "being gay isn't who I am." True statement, but does that also mean that we must then give up our camaraderie and shared companionship over being gay? I have always been opposed to this removal in any form. Being gay may not be ALL you are, but it is indeed a part of who you are. There is nothing wrong with embracing this as part of you and celebrating it, not just "accepting" it by ignoring it's there.

I think that the answer to the tough questions we have about what to do, and how to live in a society that still seems to need to label so many of us as "outside" are right at our fingertips. Where can we find these answers? Just ask Pink. "Raise your glass if you're wrong in all the right ways." Embrace who you are, gather together and "Never be... Anything but loud." Don't lose your voice, and eventually, just like in Glee, the best part will follow and everyone will want to be a "Loser Like Me."

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Realize

Colbie Caillat recently put out a great song that speaks a lot to what I recently wrote about, though in a much more beautiful and artistic way.

The whole song speaks greatly to two very important themes: How one person can only so much, and how easily you can miss out on something great.

The whole song is saying basically that if the man she is in love with realized the same thing about her, they could have the perfect life together, but if they don’t realize it together it can never happen.
She says “Didn’t I tell you? But I can’t spell it out for you.” Then later, “No it's never the same if you don't feel it too. If you would meet me half way, it could be the same for you.”

One person can do all that they can, but in the end, the other person has to be willing to take that leap too. The video does a great job of showing how even when two people are on the same page, if they don’t share that with each other, they can miss out on each other.

So many things in our lives come and go, but the people are the one thing that can make the most difference, and should be held onto whenever possible. Losing people, seeing them as disposable, or just plain not taking chances with them truly makes it so life has a hard time giving us that ultimate happiness.

I hope that when you are given the chance, that you make sure you “Realize.”

Realize
V1: Take time to realize,
That your warmth is
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.

But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I can’t spell it out for you

C: If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.

V2: Take time to realize
Oh-oh I'm on your side
didn't I, didn't I tell you.
Take time to realize
This all can pass you by
Didn't I tell you

But I can't spell it out for you,
no it's never gonna be that simple
no I can't spell it out for you.

C: If you just realized what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.

V3: It's not always the same
no it's never the same
if you don't feel it too.
If you meet me half way
If you would meet me half way.
It could be the same for you.

C: If you just realize what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realize what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder
Just realize what I just realized

If you just realize what I just realized

OoOoOOo

missed out on each other now
missed out on each other now

Realize, realize
realize, realize

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Concert Review: True Colors Tour

Last night I attended the True Colors Concert in Dallas, a benefit concert put on by HRC, Logo, and the Matthew Shepard Foundation. Cyndi Lauper was the creator of the tour, inspired after a conversation with Judy Shepard at the HRC Dinner a year ago. The goal was to raise awareness for the Hate Crimes Bill that is currently going through the legislature. It was certainly inspiring. I was moved by the performances by all of the artists, and the reactions of the audience. Having experienced this, I am pretty sure that I will only seek to attend concerts that are for a good cause. For one, I like my money going towards good things, but also I think that it creates a different environment when people come together to do something great.

I was fortunate enough to have front row seats. If I had felt like daring security, I could have easily touched the artists. That's how close I was. I did take a lot of pictures, but I realized that it is time to get a new camera. For casual use, it is a fantastic piece of equipment, but shows always leave me wanting more. Knowing that I was close enough to catch every subtle facial expression, but not having most of my pictures exhibit this was frustrating.

Technically, I went by myself, but strangely I found that I was constantly running into friends of mine. I really wasn't aware of how many people I knew in Dallas. It was especially great to see so many of my HRC friends, since really we only get to hang out while we are working ourselves ragged at the DC trainings and events.

All of the performers got a chance to say their piece about discrimination, and hate crimes, which was completely heartfelt and a great addition to the show. Among the entertainers, Rosie O'Donnell and Margaret Cho provided comedy relief, and they were both in top form. I really enjoyed them both, and thought that they added a lot to the show. Rosie was funnier than I have ever seen her, and followed that up with singing backup vocals and playing the drums for Cyndi, which I thought was neat. I was especially happy that in the end, all the entertainers came back on stage for the final two numbers.

All in all, I had a great time, felt moved by what was there, and was really happy that something like that was so well embraced by the community.
I did manage to catch some video. The first has poor sound, but the dancing was fun, and the second was just such a great way to end the show.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Daniel's Wisdom

During my drive to Dallas, I listened to a lot of music. As most of you know, my mind loves to analyze things, and I like to identify with songs. Imagine how much this is enhanced as I am driving through endless miles of highway in the middle of the night. As it happens, I found one of my old MP3 discs right before I left, so that played through several hours. In the middle of that, Daniel Bedingfield came on. I have always liked him, but haven't listened to him much recently. I have always liked how his songs are very diverse, while his lyrics are always strong. He seems to sing from the heart as well as from experience, and I think it showed. As my wandering mind broke down his songs, some songs and verses really stuck to me at this moment. Oh, and before you ask, no, nothing new has happened that spawned these attachments, and yes, I cut some sections out of some songs, so you get at what I was really taken by.

And mama told me if I want her. I gotta take it slow
You just can't tell her, you gotta find other ways to let her know
But I don't understand this game
This is so new to me
I wanna tell her
I wanna take her in my arms

Give her time and maybe one-day she'll come around
And see the love I am offering
'Cause I don't wanna live without the girl
Heaven knows everyday I pray
That someday she will belong to me
'Cause I don't wanna live without the girl.

"Gotta Get Thru This"

If only I could get through this
I get through this

I gotta get through this
I gotta get through this
I gotta make it, gonna make, gonna make it through
I'm gotta get through this
I gotta get through this
I gotta take my, gotta take my mind off you

Give me just a second and I'll be all right
Surely one more moment couldn't break my heart
Give me 'til tomorrow then I'll be okay
Just another day and then I'll hold you tight

When your love is pouring like the rain
I close my eyes and it's gone again
When will I get the chance to say I love you
I pretend that you're already mine
Then my heart ain't breaking every time
I look into your eyes

If only I could get through this
If only I could get through this
If only I could get through this
God, God gotta help me get through this

I gotta get through this
I gotta get through this
I gotta make it, gonna make, gonna make it through
Said I'm gonna get through this
I gotta get through this
I gotta take my, gotta take my mind off you

If only I could get through this...


"If You're Not The One"

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

I'll never know whatthe future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms.

Good stuff, eh?

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

"Nothing Hurts Like Love"

Broken hearts, broken dreams,
There just some things love brings
When you learn that its all the lie you cry
You find out

Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing
Hurts like love
Nothing brings your heart so much pain

Broken hearts, broken dreams

There just some things love brings
When you learn that its all the lie you cry
You find out

Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing
Hurts like love
Nothing brings your heart so much pain

Broken hearts, broken dreams

There just some things love brings
When you learn that its all the lie you cry
You find out

Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing
Hurts like love
Nothing brings your heart so much pain

Broken hearts, broken dreams

There just some things love brings
When you learn that its all the lie you cry
You find out

Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing
Hurts like love
Nothing brings your heart so much pain

Broken hearts, broken dreams

There just some things love brings
When you learn that its all the lie you cry
You find out

Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing
Hurts like love
Nothing brings your heart so much pain

Broken hearts, broken dreams

There just some things love brings
When you learn that its all the lie you cry
You find out

--Daniel Bedingfield

Good Lyrics

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Beautiful Disasters

In one aspect, there are three types of people. When it comes to what people seek to experience, the first are those that seek mediocrity. The second only see disaster. Finally, there are those that search for miracles. Now I am not talking about what people imagine. Lots of people see miracles everywhere, or see only gloom and doom. Psychology has neatly classified these people already, so I won't waste my time reiterating. I am talking about what people search for in their lives, whether they realize it or not.

While I could spend more time talking about either the people who I consider to lead boring lives or the drama queens, I will instead focus upon the last group, the miracle seekers. These are the people who want the big things in their life, and won't stop till they find it. They want sweeping romance, high adventure, and astounding events to be the cornerstones of their existence. Because of this, they also have to take the biggest risks, and will see some of the greatest disatsers. Some of these will be disquised, to be revealed as beautiful disasters.

A beautiful disaster is something that looks amazing it can take your breath away, no matter what hides behind it. If you seek miracles, you will chase this incredible thing, even if it blows up in your face. There is this period in time where you have to wonder if you put the effort into something it will turn out to be beautiful, or just another disaster. Kelly Clarkson made a song that sums this up quite neatly, aptly titled, "Beautiful Disaster."

The very first time that I heard this song, it struck a chord with me because there were a lot of situations in my life that felt like what she was talking about. Of course at the time I had no idea that they would turn out to be so... well... disasterous, but in retrospect, it was always pretty clear. Sometimes I think that I want something to be so good, that I am willing to take it to the very edge, and sometimes even over it and have it blow up in my face before I will give up on it.

At some point, I started looking for disaster in anything that could be seen as a miracle, and wanted to stop looking for them altogether. I think that I almost made the mistake of avoiding the search completely. After so many times seeking the explosion behind the warmth, there is a chance that we could miss the very things that we have searched for. Listening to the song again, I am reminded that the part that should not be missed is the constant question that asks if something could be beautiful.

Seeking great things can be hard sometimes. The things that provide the greatest reward can sometimes have the greatest pain attached to them, and many times, the pain isn't even worth the imediate reward. What we must always remember is that whether we are hunting or not, miracles can come upon us, and we must not be so injured by our beutiful disasters, that we lose that very thing we want most.

"Beautiful Disaster"
Kelly Clarkson

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right

Oh when I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight

Oh cuz I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long

He's soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Change a Mind... Save a Life


I bought a CD (Utopia) last time I was in DC, and this is what it contained in the cover. I think it speaks for itself:


Letter to the Editor:


"As the mother of a gay son, I've seen firsthand how cruel and misguided people can be.

Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I've taken enough from you good people.

I'm tired of your foolish rhetoric about the "homosexual agenda" and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.


My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.

He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called "fag" incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn't bear to continue living any longer, that he didn't want to be gay and that he couldn't face a life with no dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don't know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn't put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it's about time you started doing that.

No choice
At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won't get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don't know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you'd best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it.

For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I'm puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will?

If that's not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I'll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for "true Vermonters."

Principles?
You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn't give their lives so that the "homosexual agenda" could tear down the principles they died defending.

My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart. He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn't the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can't bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage.

You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about "those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing" asks: "What ever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?"

Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?" 
--Sharon Underwood

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Current items of enjoyment


So, you may have noticed that the "currently playing" for this entry is the soundtrack to Playing by Heart. I finally got this CD just this week, after spending a great deal of time in search of it. You might wonder why I would spend so much time looking for it, but I will tell you that it was worth it. For those of you who don't know (which means you must not really know me) Playing by Heart is one of my three favorite movies. It is one that every time I watch, I like more than the last. There were several songs that made me want the soundtrack, and now that I have listened to it, I am very impressed. Like the movie, it transcends genres and styles to make a truly unique and moving compilation. The mix of jazz and pop, modern and traditional, vocals and instrumental are truly something I enjoy.

Now that I think about it, I might as well draw attention to the other entries' selections. If you haven't figured it out, I am able to select a book, music, or movie title at the begining of each entry. I like it because it allows you to see some of what I read/watch/listen to in my life. (Clicking on one takes you to the title at Amazon.com should you ever want to try it for yourself). I think its a really unique thing that adds a lot. But since we are on the subject, I thought I might tell you about some of my selections.

I should first note that I am normally going to put a book up for you to see. Obviously if I am still reading one I have already posted, I won't throw it at you twice, and in those cases, I may select a CD or DVD I am watching, if nothing else than to add some spice! I started with Dracula, which I was actually reading for my English class. Despite it being manditory, I found that reading that book is the most enjoyable thing about the class. I never realized how different the original was from all of the offshoots. I like classics, and I was glad that the class forced me to pick this one up. I would recommend it for any fans of Vampires, as it is what brought that particular entity into the limelight.

Since I was still immersed in Dracula, I next chose Affimation, a CD by the now broken-up Savage Garden. I cannot tell you how much I love this CD. The title song is by far one of my favorite songs of all time, especially since I could sing it and mean every word. The rest of the CD is in my mind amazing, and I can't quite explain why. It could be its uniquness, or maybe the emotions that it invokes. No matter what though, it has a special place in my heart.

Going back to my modern fantasy, I recently picked up Suzanna Clarke's book. I read a very enticing review that heralded the book as "the Harry Potter for adults." Having thuroughly enjoyed the entire Potter series, I of course was forced to pick this one up. I must say that it was quite a fun read, and didn't disappoint. It takes place in England at the end of the War of 1812. Unlike Harry Potter, it spends almost all of its time in the real world, making the wizards face all the prejudices and fears that we might imagine. Should you be anyway drawn to fantasy, I must recommend it.

Finally, I decided to highlight Angels in America. For those of you who have yet to see this movie, it is based upon an excellent play, and is in itself a work of art. I am sure that I have only scratched the surface of the meaning that is embedded within, but it was enough. Dealing with the very real fear of AIDS in 1985, it presents an interesting view into a variety of lives that are all tragically linked togeather. The fact that there is a great deal of depressing content, and the fact that the movie is 6 hours long (it was an HBO mini-series) I would have to suggest that you break it into parts. I will warn you that it is a bit off, but then again, in my eyes, most great pieces of art are.

Well, I guess that's more than enough writing for one night. Although I don't think I really said anything profound, maybe I gave you a tiny glimpse into the things that interest me and maybe sparked some interest in you as well. Until next time...