Friends, let me just tell you that I still have no words.
Well, that’s a lie. I do have words, but to be honest if I use too much of them you might think I became a wonder-twin and somehow changed into the form of…
or Ke$ha when she first decided to single-handedly demote the majestic nature of SNL.
(Which, I’m not going to lie, was entertaining nonetheless.)
But a good friend of mine suggested I do a Music Monday post, and at first I was a bit wary. Wary in the sense that I might just feature total Debbie Downer music up and down this thing.
Don’t get me wrong, I love love love LOVE this city, aside from the part where I got lost in a TOTALLY SKETCH area for about an hour and had no idea where I was. With 3 packed bags of groceries. Looking like a deer in headlights.
But really, I love it here. I love that everyone is so friendly and welcoming. I love that when I first got to go to Second City for orientation, I nearly writhed on the floor with glee (I might’ve lost control of my bladde…What? ) and foamed at the mouth when I saw Stephen Colbert, Gilda Radner, the Belushi brothers, Tina Fey, and Steve Carell’s heavenly visages on the wall.
And not only did that lovely little episode happen, but I met a lot of great people while I was there getting oriented, like a woman named Dana who was just now starting in the conservatory program. And after I gushed at her that she was livin’ ((*mAh Dr3Am**)), she gave me lots of Second City tips, Chicago tips, and the like.
And it made me feel all warm and snuggly inside. Like I was wrapped in my good ol’ Snuggie back at home.
But I can’t lie and say that it’s all heel-clickin’ and “Mary-Tyler-Moore-you’re-gonna-make-it-after-all!” moments over here.
It’s really hard to be here too. I just moved into my place and I think it was then that I really felt the impact of what I’m doing. I’m here in a city I’ve literally only been to once because I had a layover . For an hour. Four years ago. Where I know approximately two people. There isn’t any such thing as running into people you know in the grocery store, which was pretty common in Orlando. It’s lonely. And I’m really fighting myself to put back my world’s smallest violin back into its world smallest violin case.
‘Cause deep down I love this place. And I know I’ll make friends soon. It’s just that I can only keep myself company for so long.
And I can only talk to myself for so long.
So without further ado, here’s my first Music Monday post, including some songs that have been cheering up my silly little self.
1. “Cheer up, Charlie” , from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Just for irony. And not going to lie, I sing this little ditty whenever my friends are sad, because I am a very cool person.
2. “You Can Call Me Al”, Paul Simon.
Some of you already know about my intense love for this song and video. You can’t get away from it on this blog. Marharharhar!
3. “Clementine”, Washington.
My good friend introduced this song to me, and to be honest I played the CRAP out of this song and still do. Sorry, roommates. My b. This song usually starts off my morning dance parties in my room.
4."Warm Heart of Africa”, The Very Best feat Ezra Koenig.
Yeah, you weren’t getting away from anything that could be related back to Vampire, suckers! (See what I did there? ) This is also included in my daily-morning dance party in my room. Sorry, only VIPs (and my dogs) are allowed to THAT party.
5. “You Don’t Know Me”, Ben Folds feat. Regina Spektor.
Yeah, I know. I nearly writhed AGAIN when I found out that mah’ girl Re-spekt collaborated with Ben Folds. Ben Folds, I’ve found, can heal all wounds. Yes, Ben Folds is mightier THAN TIME. Yeah, I said it.
And I meant it!
Sigh. Well I feel a loooooooot better now. I don’t know if it was just from listening to all of my favorite tunes, or from creeping on the cute grandma across from me at Panera, who is drinking a smoothie. And talking to herself. And is alone. And is smiling.
Things are gonna be a-okay, methinks.