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Saturday, February 04, 2006

When A Man Loves A Woman

I'm sure I'll make the "feminists" angry with me for this one. Tough. I'm an equal opportunist, but I have to admit I'm rather infatuated with femininity - my own, especially. I can't think of anything more powerful or beautiful than my gender and all that entails.

Which brings me to John Wayne.

It doesn't surprise a lot of people to know that listed in my Top Twenty favorite films (c'mon, there's no way I can have under forty favorite films, there's just too many) are "Singin' In The Rain" and "Every Musical Ever Known To Mankind", a coupla period pieces like "Lady Jane" and "Elizabeth" (No, not PMS pieces, that would be 'Steel Magnolias' and 'Terms of Endearment' - movies women watch when they need a good cry). But it always seems to surprise folks that two of my top five are John Wayne movies. Hey, I like Apple Pie, Hot Dogs and Chevy Trucks, too. (old chevys) "The Quiet Man" - one of my all time favs. I break out the video every St. Patrick's Day because the networks always cut the best snippets out - especially my favorite line "Here's a stick to beat the lovely lady". The other? "McLintock". Which is "The Quiet Man" 15 years later in the Wild West. Which is really Taming of The Shrew meets John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara.

Oh sure, I know, it's sexist and old fashioned and demeaning to women. Sure. If you DON'T GET WOMEN. No woman actually wants a big bully to subjugate, dominate and humiliate her in public with draggings and spankings, especially when the whole town is cheering and rooting him on and old women are saying "Here's a lovely stick..." At least, women who aren't in need of counseling. But it's the magic formula and, dare I say it, the metaphor for companionable marriages. Trite, sure. But, think about it. John Wayne is strong, wealthy, tall, attractive, women want him and men want to be him. He's always got commen sense, an injured sense of honor, well-respected by all except the nincompoops, charitable, honest, etc., etc. And he packs a mean straight-arm. The man is everything the female of the species looks to find in a male of the species. Nor is he willing to settle for some little milquetoast, cry to momma, I'll just sit here on the sidelines and let you do all the thinking for me while I birth the babies gal. He always wants...well, Maureen O'Hara. Beautiful. Strong. Opinionated. Generous. Kind. And one hell of a temper. And red-headed. Men can't resist a red-head, from what I've observed.

The metaphor? A woman doesn't want a strong man who'll publicly spank her. What a woman really wants is to be herself, warts and all: opinions, tempers, fiery tantrums (which, of course, a true lady waits to have until home), mistakes. We want men who love a gal with spunk. A man who not only isn't threatened by a woman who is true to herself, her sex and her values, but isn't afraid of him, either. And, in the movies, a man who lets his wife roundhouse him and clenches his teeth as he says, "Now, Katie, I've taken about all the jaw I'm gonna take from you" before he chases her through the streets in her pantaloons. And she never has to worry that he's gonna smack her back. You know, someone in control of himself.

Everybody wants validation and acceptance. It's part of what makes us human. All woman have a Mary Kate Danahur or a Katie McLintock in us. And we just want a little, make that a BIG John Wayne type (at least the walk) who loves God, Country and Motherhood and finds a woman with fire, spirit and a temper (well, I AM part Irish, after all) something worth fighting for.

The only draw back is that McLintock is about two and a half hours long, Patrick Wayne STILL can't act and no woman can make temper tantrums look as good as Maureen O'Hara. AFter all, real life isn't really in Innishfree or McLintock County.

Still...

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Ring Them Bells

It was my last "initiate" night at Sweet Adelines. We had a little graduation ceremony and got a certificate, plus we had to announce our names, where we were from and tell a special musical moment. Of course, never missing an opportunity to perform, I tried really hard to keep 'em rolling in the aisles. Most of it worked, but I backfired on my story and ended up making some folks cry. But they're like me, they cry at Hallmark and Oreo commercials and movies like 'Lassie' are just plain out of the question unless you need your lawn watered. Anyhoo...long story short [too late, I know], I told them about the first time I found people "like me", who were outgoing, not all that concerned about fitting in (although I was twelve at the time, so conformity was an issue), didn't care about who I was or whether or not I tried stuffing my training bra in third grade...musicians and actors. I was going for the "I am not an animal line", but instead turned it into "I may be a freak, but there's tons of freaks like me." Next thing I know, I'm giving a testimonial and feel like I should be saying, "Hi. My name is Paula and I'm a Singaholic..." and people are crying and saying "Yes, we all feel accepted here, too" and - woah! Then, of course, lots of people like me are walking up calling me 'freak' - but in a good way. Who knew it was possible.

But that's not what this post is about.

RRC (Royal River Chorus) rehearses 30 minutes south of here in Yarmouth. Women drive from all over. One, even, from New Hampshire, if you can believe that. One of the other new potential members doing this initiate thing is named Allison, and for the first time in all four weeks, I found out she's from Bath. In fact, one of the other established members, also from Bath, introduced us and said 'I think you live on the same street.' No! Yes! I moved in to my house in August. Allison moved into her house in October. I remember that day well because she's across the street from me (our street isn't even that long - about 7 houses and one mansion.) Yep, I had to travel 30 minutes south to meet my next door neighbor.

She's not from here, either.

Sometimes she's a freak, too.

Dear God

Thanks for the chocolate. Here's a little somethin' back for your Valentine's Day.



If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the...Love Shack! Love Shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway love getaway
I got me a car it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
Well the Love Shack is a little ol' place where we can get together
Love Shack baby Love Shack bay-bee.
Love Shack baby Love Shack Love Shack baby Love Shack!
Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools 'cause love rules at the Love Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the hallway
Well the Love Shack is a little place where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack baby!
Love Shack that's where it's at! Love Shack that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin' dancin' and a lovin' wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
when everybody's movin' around and around and around!
Everybody's movin' everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin' everybody's groovin' baby
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
Hop in my Chrysler it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car it seats about 20
So come on and bring your jukebox money.
Well the Love Shack is a little place where we can get together
Love Shack baby Love Shack bay-bee.
Love Shack baby Love Shack Love Shack baby Love Shack!
Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder sugar!
Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you!
Bang bang! On the door baby
Bang bang! On the door
Bang bang! On the door baby
Bang bang!
You're what?... Tin roof rusted!
Love Shack baby Love Shack Love Shack baby Love Shack!
Love Shack baby Love Shack Love Shack baby Love Shack!


Who feels like dancing?

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Sublimating Earworms

Can you hear it? Right there at the periphary of your hearing? That 80's Yamaha keyboard? "Doot, doot, doot, doodoot, doodoot, doot, doo" and then a little wah bas with "dedunhdedundedunde". "Love, (doot doot doo) love will keep us together.
Think of me babe, whenever
some sweet talking girl comes along, singing a song
Don't mess around you've just got to be strong now,

Of course, I really ought to balance things out with 'Love Stinks', 'Lord, It's Hard To Be Humble" and "Paradise By The Dashboard Lights".

"Just stop (waahhhh)
cuz I really love you.
Stop, (waaahhhh) I'll be thinking of you.
Look in my heart and let love (unh)
keep us together."

And God thought Barry Manilow was cruel and unusual. Wait until I get "Achy Breaky Heart" stuck in your brains.

But if you send me enough chocolate in twenty-four hours, we'll do 'Love Shack', instead.

Tin Roof rusted!

Love Will Keep Us Together

It wasn't bad enough to cast dispersions on ye olde barbershop while I'm singing it; but you actually went and dissed the Manilow. Not good, my anonymous friend, not good. For attrition, you must say 10 "Mandy's" and 4 "I Write the Songs." For penance, you must spend all day thinking the tune to "Even Now". In fact let's all join in...



Even Now
When there's someone else who cares
When there's someone home who's
Waiting just for me
Even Now
I think about you as I'm climbin' up the stairs
And I wonder what to do so she won't see and
Even Now
When I know it wasn't right
And I found the better life than what we had
Even Now
I wake up cryin' in the middle of the night
And I can't belive it still could hurt so bad

[Throw your heads back and sing loud, Lady Flash]
Even Now
When I have come so far
I wonder where you are
I wonder why its still so hard without you
Even Now
When I come shinin' through
I swear I think of you
And how I wish you knew
Even Now


That's right, sing it loud and with two artistic modulations. And while we're at it, maybe I'll just tell you a little story of a girl whose name was Lola.

She was a showgirl.

Do NOT dis the lounge singer.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Silly Love Songs

Most people think the Captain & Tenille were the first to record the following. Not true. Anyone remember?

By the way, you're all welcome for me getting this song stuck in your head. It's been stuck in mine all day, might as well share the love.


Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin' the town and doin' it right
In the evenin'
It's pretty pleasin'

Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's so skinny

And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

Nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sammy says to Susie "Honey, would you please be my missus?"
And she say yes
With her kisses

And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and Sue starts to giggle

And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

La da da da da ...

Monday, January 30, 2006

One On One

I think Jack Jones said it best when he said:

Love, exciting and new
Come aboard, we're expecting you.
The Love Boat [formerly known as Madam Fifi's Floating Bordello] soon will be making another run [what is that - illegal aliens? Arms? Drugs? Diarrhea?]
The Love Boat promises something for everyone [for a small fee]
Set a course for adventure, your mind on a new romance.
And love won't hurt anymore [So which is it: painful or exciting & new?]
It's a friendly smile on an open shore. [Ohhhh, love is a cabana boy! No wonder I keep going so wrong]
It's love. Welcome aboard, it's love.

Irish once accused me of watching way too much TV. I hate to admit that he was right. Of course, that was, like, 21 years ago so the statute of rightness limitations has probably run out by now.

A large number of the newbies in the choir are kind of freaking out because they have to sing in front of people for their membership audition. Me, doesn't even faze. Then we find out the audition is just for four or six people and they're all sighing with relief while my heart has started palpitations. I have always, and I mean always, been more comfortable in front of large crowds - the bigger the better - than in more intimate settings. You want me to strip down to under garments and sing "Touch-a, Touch-a. Touch Me" in the Rocky Horror Show with six hour's notice and rehearsal? Bring it on. You want me to audition (fully clothed) for two people in a small room? I need oxygen! Conversation mano y mano? Write it off, it's hard work for me. I am better on group dates than solo. I am a much better pen pal than dinner conversationist. God forbid I should respond to a serious question with a serious answer. And don't make eye contact! You might find out I have a soul. Or don't, depending on who you are and what you want and how atrocious your table manners are.

Do you think it would be a little too show-offy if I asked if I could audition in front of the entire state of Maine?


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