The first piece of news is that I have been nominated for the lesbian blog of the year. While I am not about to turn down winning any award, this one seems a bit of a stretch. Come on! I know I would much rather vote for someone records their tragic yet humorous dating tales and has hot pics to match (being a goth or having red hair would be good too); yes, I vote shallow. Now if there was an award for “most angst ridden lesbian blog” – then hell yeah, you better vote for me, or how about, “lesbian blogger most likely to engage in multiple forms of self destructive behaviour”? Huh, huh, I think we are getting warmer, don’t you? Anyway, if you want to vote, click on the icon, and maybe that will work, maybe it won’t – dunno – I have little faith in my computer skills (by the way, is this just with LESBIAN blogs that you have to do some technical embedding stuff – is this equivalent of demonstrating that you could change the oil in your car and do household plumbing? The lesbian challenge?) On second thought, click HERE instead.
Speaking of angst, if you were alive in the 80’s, female and NOT my partner (whose entire “girl movie” experience seems to be limited to Pretty Woman unless you count Police Academy III as a chick flick) you may have seen the ballet and modern dance film White Nights starring the ballet dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov (especially if you were a ballet freak like me). At one point, to demonstrate why he left the Soviet Union, Mikhail dances to the voice of the Vladimir Vysotsky, an artist whose songs of mania, alcoholism, insanity, drugs, self destruction, anti-soviet and political commentary were never officially recognized and thus never recorded by Melodiya, the monopoly Soviet recording industry. Hand recorded tapes were passed person to person. He died at 42 and it was estimated over 1 million people attended his funeral. It was an amazing song. However, if you bought the official release for the soundtrack of White Nights, that song wasn’t on it (trust me, the frustration level was high) – I guess the USSR didn’t release the rights. The song was memerizing simply because it was impassioned, tormented and completely out of control. You can see a 70’s recording of the song performed in Russia by clicking below.
The song is metaphor about a man riding a carriage of horses out of control on the edge of cliff:
“We came in time - there's no lateness to God's palace -
Why are angels singing there with their loud, angry voices?
And perhaps it is the bell, which is weeping thus with malice,
When I'm screaming "Slow it down!" to the wild, unruly
A song whose refrain is “I will stay on the brink”
For those who have their full cup of angst this week, I offer instead what many feel is the best music video of Pirates of the Caribbean presenting Johnny Depp as Pretty Woman in a relationship between him and Orlando Bloom. Makes sense to me.
Uh...err....that's it. I mean, I am sure there is lots more really depressing things I could tell you about myself but hey, I think we've had enough of that for awhile, right? So, go and do what makes you happy (that's why a put on a Johnny Depp Music Video).
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