I was reading n.v.'s hilarious take on the American Idolatry peformances and then my brain
When I see contestant Phil Stacey, I think of chemotherapy. I just do.
And when I think of all the chemo patients I've loved before, Gilda Radner pops into my head. I wish I was watching her instead.
Gilda's Live From New York show was a favourite of mine before I ever saw the videotape of it. I had the soundtrack record and it was nearly as funny even without the visual cues. I wish they'd release it on dvd. It's always something I guess.
Thinking about the fun of the opening song Let's Talk Dirty To The Animals.mp3 made me go in search of video clips of her doing the song.
Instead of finding my beloved Gilda, I found clips of Drag Queens doing lip synchs of the song, not quite the same thing.
To clear my head, I remembered back to the sweetest closing number a show may have ever had -- Honey (Touch Me With My Clothes On).mp3.
I listened to the song again and it made me think back to a simpler time when life wasn't so complicated.
And then I thought, how will I ever find a moment like this of my own if I don't put some clothes on?