As a girl who played the saxophone, I'm what a feminist looks like.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Motherf---ing Surprise Gospel Choirs!
If you know me really well, you know that there is one magical thing that I love more than anything in the world. That one thing is a surprise gospel choir.
An excellent example of this is the wedding scene in "Love Actually."
It includes instruments, but I will allow it in the awesome category.
One of the best concerts I ever went to was Michael Buble performing a The Fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta. For his encore, he sang "That's Life" with a full, suprise gospel choir. I was moved. Moved.
When I get married, I fully intend to end the ceremony with a surprise gospel choir. It will happen, people.
What gets me on this subject? That would be a recent ad for the upcoming season of professional football, of all things. There is a commercial that has been played recently in Atlanta. It fills me with almost as much joy as the Old Spice guy commercials.
What could possibly get near the pleasure of a handsome, suave, shirtless man trying to sell me men's body wash? Samuel. L. Jackson. AND (pause for effect) a gospel choir. Yes, folks, the coolest Motherf---ing dude in the history of film and a be-robed hoarde of joyful noise makers. I'm in heaven (where I'm sure there is an awesome gospel choir).
An excellent example of this is the wedding scene in "Love Actually."
It includes instruments, but I will allow it in the awesome category.
One of the best concerts I ever went to was Michael Buble performing a The Fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta. For his encore, he sang "That's Life" with a full, suprise gospel choir. I was moved. Moved.
When I get married, I fully intend to end the ceremony with a surprise gospel choir. It will happen, people.
What gets me on this subject? That would be a recent ad for the upcoming season of professional football, of all things. There is a commercial that has been played recently in Atlanta. It fills me with almost as much joy as the Old Spice guy commercials.
What could possibly get near the pleasure of a handsome, suave, shirtless man trying to sell me men's body wash? Samuel. L. Jackson. AND (pause for effect) a gospel choir. Yes, folks, the coolest Motherf---ing dude in the history of film and a be-robed hoarde of joyful noise makers. I'm in heaven (where I'm sure there is an awesome gospel choir).
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
So, Apparently I Suck at Blogging
I have been so busy with my new job, I haven't been a very good blogger. Please accept my apology in the form of a meme.
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