Today is the late Judy Garland's birthday, and the embattled drug-addicted star of The Wizard Of Oz (plus a whole trove of movies we have never seen), would have been 88 years old. She was one of the first well-documented victims of drug abuse, at least in hushed tones. She was famous for roughly the last 45 years of her 47 years on earth, making her also one of the first true casualties of lifelong fame.
Garland has about three songs in her canon that, we are ashamed to admit, we can (and do) sing out loud in the car by ourselves. Of course, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" is one; the other two are between Craig's Hlist and God himself. We are listening to one right now, and we will beat your ass if you have a problem with it.
There are tons of girly songs we shouldn't sing, but do, in our car and hum while we're listening at work. Blame having a pop-addicted household, or you know, having gay ears. What? We can admit that our ears aren't the straightest in the world. We like Erasure, Pink and Lady Gaga.
The latter doesn't count, because Gaga's music is awesome and she's a musical geniu...OK, that's just the coffee taking over. Don't be surprised if you see a burly dude with a moustache and a homemade disco stick at the show next month. Wait, we might actually just keep the stick at home. That's what she said.
This isn't about us being the gayest straight man in Houston; it's about listening to chick music that is supposed to be embarrassing. Excuse us while we go smoke a pack of cigarettes, build a house and wrestle a bear.
Son of a bitch. Not that kind of bear - you know what we mean.
Wilson Phillips, "Hold On"
Don't act like when that snare drum kicks in you don't feel your heart jump. "Hold On" was partially written by Glen Ballard, who would go on to make Alanis Morrisette sound like a hardened bitch on Jagged Little Pill. At the 0:44 mark, it's pure pleasure. Hold on for one more day. Things will go your way.