Cookies to the first to say what song this entry’s title is from. I challenge the cognoscenti (you know who you are).
While Wilson Phillips may hark back to the prehistoric era of cassette tapes, I find that every listen is still a renewal. How could Hold On (which single, I distinctly remember, was No. 1 the day I turned twelve.), Release Me, Impulsive, You’re In Love, Eyes Like Twins ever grow old? Sap, you say? Oh, but isn’t that the one sentiment that will always hold?
It is no exaggeration to declare that this album ruined for me pretty much every other pop effort for years after its release. This is the soundtrack to my twelve year old self’s elbow grease laborings (sweep the floor—which I would always be pants at, and coco husk it to a red shine—which I could never be bad at), unsound imaginings (I felt every word of Release Me, and to this day don’t know why), and nighttime drama rituals (hymns before prayers).
It is one of my woebegonenesses that subsequent collaborations amongst Chynna, Carnie and Wendy were not quite up to par with their first, but then again, I am certain that very few other works are. On the matter of certainties, I end by referring to a cheddar cheese author, whose tour de force (hahaha) I may have referred to in my LAE interview (cringes), “I have one thing to say, one thing only, I’ll never say it another time, to anyone, and I ask you to remember it. In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you have.”
Notes:
1. A et moi were supposed to review West Side Story. She was to be Objective, and I was to be my Fangirl me. That is, I was to rush to the defense of Christian Bautista, who all natterings of ‘miscast” aside, was… pretty good. Hah. This, from someone who thrives on superlatives.
2. Ever-loath to keep anyone on tenterhooks, the uninitiated can listen to the seventh or eighth track in this link. That is the title. And that is sublime.
3. A, Dreamy Dreams with M aside, this is possibly our best topic yet.
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See also: The Sun Might Rise in the West
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I want oatmeal choco chips
Or mascarpone.
I have never tasted mascarpone cookies. But sounds like a... snack.
Mascarpone is wonderful with lemon poppy seed cake.
Or toast with strawberries.
1. "Pretty good" at letting no sparks fly between him and Maria, yes.
2. (In relation to par. 4) "Daniel" and "Silent Night" (see same link) are excellent and all of Shadows and Light, too, though some of it may be thematically... alienating (still "Don't Take Me Down" is such an upper). A shame they "single edit"-ed "Give It Up" to make it more single-y but the assertiveness of that one is a lesson for some people.
3. And it can only get better.
1. I am silenced by the truth but... I still like Christian Bautista.
2.I should listen again to WP's other non-album 1 songs.
3. This topic would be a tough act to follow. Seriously.
Another Note:
1. I was actually bizarred out by the idea of mascarpone cookies, but did not wish to offend. Glad we cleared that one up.
Christian Bautista...How did he fare as Tony? My copy had Kiri Te Kanawa and Jose Carreras as Maria and Tony. Pretty hard to live up to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7p5ncaV8QmY
I have some though on West Side though. Bernstein's music was something i took to in grade school (as this hopeless classicist never listened to pop). In hindsight, the mambo would have been fun while scrubbing the floor. ha ha ha
There was a remake of Officer Krupke into rap. That was a lot of fun, and appropriate I think. For some reason, the gangster violence in West Side seems not so gangster-y to me. Probably because Bernstein is white. ha ha
But cupcakes are just so so so good.
Miko, I could never associate you with pop. You make me think more along the lines of a football treaty (obvious) and tuning forks in MedJur.
Mambo Italiano is the best mambo for scrubbing floors. Haha.
I'll check that link.
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