Go here and let the song play in the background. Then, continue reading.
I saw The Cranberries last night for their New York stop on their reunion tour. The tour marks the first time they’ve performed together in nearly seven years, which blows my mind. The Cranberries were such a large part of my childhood and adolescence. My parents regularly played their albums ever since Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We? was released in 1993. Then the movie Empire Records (which came out in 1995, but I didn’t discover until around 1998) was released, and The Cranberries became not only my parents’ music, but my own.
Their concert last night was amazing (for lack of a more expletive word), simply put. The band was tight as ever, and Dolores O’Riordan is one of the coolest people with one of most awesome voices I’ve ever heard. The energy in the sold-out show was great, and I couldn’t get enough of O’Riordan’s message to live for today, and not worry about tomorrow. I’m going to try to start.
Click the photo below to see the performance of Linger from last night. And did listening to Dreams not put you in the greatest mood ever? Hope it tickles your fancy, because it sure does mine.
This post is coming way too late in the day, but I was up and at ’em bright and early to attend events with my own favorite Veteran. I’d like to recognize all the men and women who have served or are currently serving as members of the United States Military. I thank you, honor you, and appreciate you, today and everyday.
In the past few years I’ve had the chance to meet many young men and women who served in the Army, and they’ve put faces to the soldiers that I knew were out there protecting our country, but never had the chance to know on a personal level. Not one of them is left unchanged by this war. They’ve sacrificed years of their lives, time with their families, often their health, and sometimes their lives, and for them I am forever grateful.
I barely got this blog off the ground before I starting missing days of writing, and there’s really no excuse for it. So I’m back, and there’s no getting rid of me now.
I went to see the movie Precious today. It only took seeing the commercial once to know that it was going to be a movie that had something to say. And boy, did it ever. I don’t want to give away too much about the story, except that it’s about an extraordinarily resilient girl from Harlem who has gone through unthinkable (truly, unthinkable) things in her life, and somehow manages to get out of bed everyday. The film is set in 1987, but it’s a story that can take place today or 20 years from now. Precious is played by newcomer Gabourey Sidibe, and I have a feeling we’re going to get to see more of her in the future (she’s awesome- check out her moves on Ellen). She defines the role of Precious, and I can’t picture anyone else playing her. Gaby was born in Bed-Stuy, which makes me like her even more because I am inclined to like people who were born in the best borough. Mo’Nique plays Precious’ mother, and though the Oscar buzz for her performance is quickly spreading, it is such a despicable character that I have little to say about her (it’s too soon, I only left the theater a few hours ago). Lenny Kravitz has a small, but memorable part (to be honest, I was surprised that he could humble himself enough to play such a role), and Mariah Carey redeems herself for Glitter and any other project she has ‘acted’ in. Paula Patton (a.k.a. Mrs. Robin Thicke) plays Precious’ teacher, a true beacon of hope in her life. Sherri Shepherd also has a small part, and she is great, as she tends to be. The casting has a lot to do with what makes this movie so powerful; even though these were popular musicians or comedians stripped down and thrown into roles like we’ve never seen them in, their true identities disappear and their characters really became part of the story and part of Precious’ life.
The movie is based on the novel “Push” by Sapphire (Ramona Lofton), who herself has an interesting story. After a somewhat troubled life, she graduated from City College and went on to get her MFA from Brooklyn College (BK represent). I’d still like to figure out where the moniker came from (anyone know?).
Go and see Precious. I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed with life lately, but I’m embarrassed to have even had those thoughts after witnessing this story that, while fictional, is everyday life for some people. I hope viewers learn from it and appreciate what they have in their own lives. Some of us may have it better than others, but when all is said and done, we are all precious.
There’s been a lack of excitement/a lack of anything going on around here for a few days. I have many things going on that do not tickle my fancy, but I will be back with fun and upbeat posts soon. Until then, I will continue to be grateful for the little things in life, like half priced Halloween candy and how a little sugar, butter, flour, and eggs can come together so nicely to make dozens of cookies (really fun cookies when said Halloween candy is added to the mix). Because, after all…