I have been enjoying a rendition of your already famous song, Let's Get The Party Started. And, as you might imagine, I am struggling over the existential nature of the lyrics. Our vocalist, Anne GG, with her associates, Early GG and Margaret GG, have well interpreted the pathos, I think.
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
[Here immediately, we see the plight of the self, searching to affirm that there can be no, never be no party starting, unless that self comes up. And of course it begins with "up" not down. We don't hear the artist say that the integrated self goes down, hence starting the party, but up. That is a clever trick you pull right here at the beginning.]
Get this party started,
on a saturday night,
everybody's waiting for me to arrive
Sending out the message to all of my friends
we'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lots of style with my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
["If you know what I mean." Friends, of course we know, our hearts pump with the rhythm of this desperate cry for release from the materialism of the age that equates the essence of the "me" we are waiting for with the arrival of gaudy, insubstantial replacements, a.k.a. a Mercedes Benz, gold, and diamonds. We surely do know what you mean, Pink my friend. You have sent us that message and we understand.]
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
Pumpin up the volume,
breaking down to the beat
cruisin' through the west side
I'll be checkin' the scene
Boulevard is freaking as I'm coming fast
I'll be burning rubber,
you'll be kissin my ass
Pull up to the bumper get out of the car
License plate says
Number One Superstar
[The heartbreak of this realization, that the present experience of soulishness is so very fleeting--"Boulevard is freaking as I'm coming fast," "burning rubber," et al--is pronounced here and particularly in this rendition of the song. Our 15 minutes of, not just fame, Number One Superstar, but existence at all, symbolized with the kiss of death and, of course the picture of the Gates of Hades itself, "Pull up to the bumper get out of the car," creates or, perhaps, reveals a rising angst that cannot be overstated.]
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
(get this party started)
Making my connection as I enter the room
everybody is chillin'
[Funeral parloresque, we see not just the self in this existential predicament, but everybody facing the same chillin' dilemna!]
as I set up the groove
Pumpin up the volume
with this brand new beat
everybody's dancin'
and they're dancin' for me
I'm the operator
you can call anytime
I'll be your connection to
the party line
[Finally, we see the Danse Macabre begin,
and our selves face the dance of death, not with the elegance we had hoped for, but a new uncertain beat, hammering. We turn in hopes of finding salvation from the other dancers, but see that they are all dancin' for me, with the only connection busy, because it is, after all a "party" line.]
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
(get this party started)
(ooooh, get this party started right now)
(get this party started)
(get this party started, right now)
[Ending, of course, not with a bang, but a whimper.]
You have certainly "brought us down" with this one!
Sincerely,
brd
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This commentary on our performance is perfection itself! Bravo, all, if I do say so myself.
Jeff and I were just reading about how professional employers are likely to google you to find out all about your outside life, and whether you're "just plain weird." I feel torn about whether I want them to discover this or not . . . .
I find this very disturbing on so many levels....
Oh, and I did not see any credits given to Duke GG and Jackson GG who howling for the ending notes. :)
For me to leave out essential performers like DukeGG and Jackson GG was so wrong. There voices and spirits were so tuned to the experience.
Disturbing? Yes disturbing indeed.
I fear that my wonderful husband finds this to be exhibit A of the weirdness of our family. Yet EArly GG falls into it so blithly. I think that was what I found strangest...how serious Anne and Early GG were about it.
If I were an employer, would I hire this person? Maybe if I were a funeral home director looking for someone to sing the dirge march. Or if I was looking for professional mouners. Hmm. Otherwise...
yes, but what if you were hiring someone to work, write, or perhaps perform at your theatre? I think it shows some flair ;-)
Fortunately for JeffGG, I don't think there's any normal search that can be done to link him to this wonder.
The one thing i did worry about in performing it was that ElizabethGG's wonderful husband would find this . . . well, very exhibit A. but somehow, it wasn't enough to deter, and for that, I'm sorry.
Dad said he was disturbed too, but I don't really know why.
Note: I have removed that one little search ID from the tags. Now, perhaps, we are safe from nosy employers. . .that is, unless they are very expert in their searching in which case they will get more information (and no doubt proof of weirdness) than they can possibly review.
Poor David GG. What he goes through!
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