Well not really my life, but my sanity at least. Let me start with the experience that allowed me to make the realization that show-tunes save me constantly and also explain my love of musicals.
My Love of Musicals
I love them because they make me happy, most are eternally hopeful and even if they aren't hopeful at least people still burst out into song and I love it, No no I fucking love it. I know they are unrealistic and silly, but I can't help it, they are always a nice break from real life.
Now to then...ya dig?
On the way home from a long way away from home tonight, I thought I had the perfect CD to listen to. Well it turns out this CD was not perfect for driving long distances, by yourself, at night, and so on. I turn to the radio and listen to the YMCA and other such classic oldies,
THEN like a miracle from above I remember that I have my iPod in my purse from the next trip I will talk about. I plug in my iPod to the cassette player and the charger(because my iPod is old and doesn't stay charged), as I speed down the highway.(<-----Phrase added for dramatic effect)(MOM!) I immediately go to my "Broadway Baby" playlist and I fucking turn that shit up! Then I realize for the 2nd time that night that my iPod sucks and I turn it back down so it doesn't sound so scratchy.
I sing my little heart out...and think back to all of the times show-tunes have gotten me through hard times....
On the way back from STL at around 10 O'clock at night, I instruct my co-pilot or my conductor to choose music from my 1985 Generation .0000000004 iPod to keep me awake!. He does so, first with music from GLEE and then with
show-tunes from Avenue Q
(A glorious musical with puppets!)
http://www.avenueq.com/
We sang, I sang badly and Phillip sang awesome, duh.
Flashback to sometime in the fall of 2008
Some friends and I agreed to help a friend move once, and a van broke down and we had to push it (well I didn't push it) and I videoed people pushing the van, we took some pictures in an abandoned house and we got back really late and figured out that the apartment was probably haunted.
On the really late ride back we listened to show-tunes and I sounded awesome and everyone else just sucked! Wait no, reverse sucked and awesome and you have the correct version of events.
Final Flashback to late 2007/early 2008
So around this time I was breaking up with my high-school boyfriend, it sucked. It sucked a lot, and I broke up with him and it still sucked. Also around this time I was in a production of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I was super sad about this break-up we had been together for 4 years and I did not know how to be my own person, like at all. I was depressed and the only CD I listened to was the original cast recording of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I of course skipped the sad or slow songs, but thankfully most were happy sounds of adults acting like children.
I didn't much sing to this, well actually I am sure I did, but I mostly drowned out my feelings in a soup of show-tunes.
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