Friday, December 16, 2005

My Memories Are My Own...and these two people's

I had been reminded of a few conversations I have had and thought that they were noteworthy. One of them goes way back. I was talking with my friend Jeannie inside East Hall, where our department was housed. The building was built like a panopticon, except everyone could see everyone else. One could look out over the balcony and see the first floor. I wanted to throw some leftover donuts into a boy’s open backpack below. I am not sure how we got onto the subject of Lost in Translation, but we did. Jeannie made note that the film had very little dialogue. That it was very silent and that Bill Murray and Scarlett Johannson had to rely a lot on body movement and facial expressions. It wasn’t until I watched it again last night that I really noticed that Jeannie’s observation was true. Even when there is dialogue, it is for a very short amount of time. It made me like the film even more.

The second, I am really not sure what made me think of this, but after thinking about it, I felt as though I had to write about it. I was at this bar with this a guy about a month ago. He was getting pretty drunk...ok, I was probably getting pretty drunk too. We started talking about Green Day’s American Idiot. I think it is an awesome album. It is still one of my favorites in heavy rotation. He hated it and this is why:

This guy felt as though if Green Day want to sing about problems that they should also sing about solutions. Anyone can sing about people being American Idiots, what made Green Day any different than any other person. Ani DiFranco though, now she really sings some solutions.

The thing is, well, they’re Green Day. Even if they had solutions, would they ever get used? If anyone can sing the words, "American Idiot," than any person can have a solution. Doesn’t make them good.

And besides, I don’t like Ani DiFranco. I am probably the only woman my age to not like her...I just don’t care.

Anyway, I just think that is a weird reason to not like the music.

It’s weird what you all of a sudden remember.

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