melcreada: (music is my life)

The gods did not want me to watch the Grammys. Less than an hour in and Nay-nay called. She just had surgery on Friday and was sitting at home all bummed out and in pain, so since I am not a heartless monster, I muted the show and gave her my mostly undivided attention. We talked for almost 2 hours, so now I am surfing the interwebs to try and find out what I missed.

I have no idea why I am so interested in the Grammys this year, other than I am looking for new artists/music to buy with my iTunes gift cards from Christmas. Just earlier today, I purchased The Road of a Gypsy and sent it to the Kid as a nostalgic postcard reminding him of one our favorite movies in the entire universe, Iron Eagle. Yeah, you read that right. That movie is badass.

In searching for Grammy performances, I stumbled on Aretha Franklin's Nessum Dorma from 1998, where apparently she was a last minute replacement for Pavarotti. Pardon my language, but that lady has some big balls. Wow. You go, Aretha!

I loved Muse's performance and although I am not a Miranda Lambert fan, I really like that song. Eminem and Dre sounded great. Who else should I look up?

I am nervous about work! Announcements, offers, new things, scary things in the offing. Sometimes I feel like such a little girl.
melcreada: (nekkid furuba)
Paul Potts has brought me to tears every time I watch his performance on Britain's Got Talent. I love the beauty of his voice. He may not be Pavarotti, but the emotion and just guh! of the piece he is singing. *loves it and Turandot and everything associated therein*

I have an interview on Tuesday, but I am going mainly for practice - the job looks and sounds like tech support. Why they would want me, of all people, is puzzling, but you know. What the Hell.

The other night we went to see Kwaidan as part of Texas Public Radio's Cinema Tuesday series. Um. Yeah. 60's Japanese horror movie. Not bad. Just. It's like...when I was nine, my brother took me to see The Changeling. We walked home and it was foggy and my brother thought it would be funny to hide and jump out from behind a tree to scare my weenie 9-year-old ass. I ran home screaming and in subsequent years I refused to watch The Changeling, convinced it was The Scariest Movie in the Universe. I was finally forced to see it again a few years ago and I was all, "Huh. That's IT?! Lame!" I actually laughed a couple of times. So yeah, it was like that.

No more rambling. It's time to get my Netflix on!

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