day in the life, Music, television

The Happier We’ll Be

I feel just about this enthused today. Mondays are a challenge under the best of circumstances. I don’t know what it is about today, but today is just not thrilling me.

Today, I feel like drinking all the absinthe out of Toulouse-Lautrec’s private reserve and then staring into space until the barman asks me to leave because I’m making the other patrons uncomfortable.

I don’t like Mondays.

To cheer myself, I decided to revisit with some old friends.

The brilliance of this recital video is hard to describe. The genius of the uploader who decided to share it with the world is unmatched. Our emcee/commandant Reva Unsicker is amazing in her hard-driving demand that American-Idol-in-the-making John Daker sing, and sing with gusto despite the fact that he may or may not be operating with full thrusters. (His name…is John. Daker.)

When he inveitably stumbles, (and we knew he would), she can spare no time to ease him back into the song. The piano soldiers on whether John does or not. Whep! And what about that opening act? The More We Get Together? That’s some Raffi shit, not vocal student recital material.

And then, this remix elevates the whole thing to the level of mega-genius. Holy freaking cats.

Still want more? It’s hard to explain the Trololo guy. It has something to do with cowboy songs and a Russian ban on lyrics with questionable ideology and incredibly trippy lip-synching and choreography that makes Twyla Tharp look like Paula Abdul. What I’m trying to say is, I love this song, so so much. Try not to love it, too.

3 Comments

  1. Jeani

    Sorry you’re having a blah day. 🙁

    I was just looking at your blog earlier and hoping for a new post, and here it is! Unfortunately, I was so totally creeped out by John Daker raising his eyebrows in the first video that I was a bit scared to continue.

    Miss you and hope to see you soon, chica! If you can’t come to the bbq, let’s find a time to go to Johnnie’s or something after work one day.

    1. meg

      Jean Marie!

      We’ll be there.

      And I’m sorry about the eyebrows. I had the same reaction the first time. I should have warned my gentle readers.

  2. MsMelly

    Holy cripes, Meg. I’m so glad I read this today! I haven’t heard the name Twyla Tharp in 124,571,883 years. YOU, my dear, are the QUEEN of snark & wit.

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