I have this theory that the songs I instantly fall in love with are the ones that most closely match my mind music -- my involuntary humming and natural, internal rhythm.
This weekend, I heard this song (during the opening credits of Keeping the Faith) and nearly lost my mind, I loved it so much.
It's one of those songs that I know I'll never tire of hearing. Within the first five seconds, it secured a position in the Roxy Hall of Musical Immortality. There are only a few songs that haunt me, forcing me to love them without ceasing -- this is now one of those songs.
Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself.
I hate cell phones and refuse to use one. I'm extremely sensitive to alcohol. I can't write in cursive.
I saw it coming. The Friday night slot is where good TV shows go to die. Still, when NBC made Raines go away after only seven episodes, it stung a little.
I should've known better than to get all excited. Most shows I like don't stay on the air for long, and ever since Boomtown, poor Graham Yost can't catch a break on NBC.
The entire "season" is online for now, so I'll probably catch up on the ones I missed. I really want to see the one Laurie Metcalf (Jackie from Roseanne) guest stars in. I love her. But, I better move fast. Once they take those episodes offline, poor Raines will just fade away, like all good heroes do.
Pity.
It's cool, though -- I've recently become taken with a bunch of new series: some extinct, some extant. I'm almost finished with the second (and final) season of Carnivale, and even though I sometimes have to do a closed-caption-fast-forward maneuver through Brother Justin's exhausting brimstone rants, I still love it to pieces. It's proven to me that you can't judge a DVD set by its brown, drab, boring cover. Once you can see past the dirt and the dust, a bunch of really colorful characters shine through. I may even give Deadwood a try next. Maybe.
Canceled shows cry out to me like forgotten spirits in the wind. Lol. Still, I do take an active interest in the living. I've developed a real thing for Weeds, even though I've only seen the first season. The opening sequence cracks me up every time. Looks like somewhere I know. *cough, Carmel, cough* Then again, every caricatured suburb reminds me of my town, even the cartoon Lawndale where Daria lived. Gosh, that show made me laugh when I was younger. Lawndale High even had our school colors. Hilarious.
Back to the living, now. Oh, yes -- I started watching Boston Legal a little while ago. Tres cool. I don't know why I never took an interest before. James Spader is the disaffected chick's patron saint. I've been talking about scrapping medicine for health law, but contrary to what my sister says (she still remembers my ER obsession), my choice of TV shows does not inform my career interests -- it only mirrors / sustains them.
Anyway, I'm already up to Disc 2, Season 2, so there may actually be a chance of me catching up in time to start watching it on the air. Astonishing. I'm sure it'll be around for a long time -- David E. Kelley freakin' rocks. I really should check out his Wedding Bells sometime, too.
Who knows? If I manage to fall in love with enough current, promising shows maybe I'll stop pining after those lost. But if not, it's cool -- that's what TV on DVD is for.
