Wednesday Evening Thoughts
Did any of you watch the Golden Globes on Sunday? I was thinking I wouldn't stay up for it this year (it starts at 2am my time) because I had a huge project due and really needed to get the work in on Monday. However, Christian reminded me of how much I've looked forward to award season in previous years, and you know what, yes. I need the meaningless glitz and glam. So I watched it and had amazing fun.
The show was.... okay? It wasn't the best Golden Globes show, in a weird way, I feel Ricky Gervais was a rather safe choice for the host.
There were some funny moments, but my favourite things were Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum's rather bizarre skit when presenting... whatever it was they were presenting, The Hateful Eight winning best soundtrack (YAAAAAS), Leonardo DiCaprio's speech, and ALL THE SHADE.
I guess I should go watch The Revenant at some point.
I went to bed at 7am, got back up again around 10am, and the news of David Bowie's passing hit me like a ton of bricks. I found myself in bed, tears streaming down my face. I can't remember ever crying because of a celebrity passing before, but this really affected me somehow.
It's been lovely reading about people's relationships with Bowie and his music, because the stories are all so varied. I've been trying to put into words how he influenced me when I was younger, but it's difficult to explain. I'll just put this here and have it speak for itself.
Me in Brighton, England in 2003.
I had a glam rock/weird phase (......) when I was 16-19, I wore big platform boots, tutu skirts, mismatching socks, a glorious tailcoat that I got from NRK's costume department, if it had vivid colours and odd silhouettes, I wanted to wear it... I did rainbow makeup (the only time in my life I've ever worn makeup), and I listened to a lot of David Bowie. These were very much years of self expression, learning to love myself, and the strange world I found myself in. Sadly, I don't have a lot of pictures from this period of my life, but I have many fond memories. Memories that include getting a note from my old art teacher saying she missed having me in her classroom, because I would always sing Life on Mars during her still life drawing lessons.
To me, David Bowie brings up memories of a very specific time in my life. Frankly, I feel I don't really know his music at all. Maybe it's time to go back and learn more about the man who helped me open up and learn to love myself. I'm forever thankful for his influence.
The show was.... okay? It wasn't the best Golden Globes show, in a weird way, I feel Ricky Gervais was a rather safe choice for the host.
There were some funny moments, but my favourite things were Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum's rather bizarre skit when presenting... whatever it was they were presenting, The Hateful Eight winning best soundtrack (YAAAAAS), Leonardo DiCaprio's speech, and ALL THE SHADE.
I guess I should go watch The Revenant at some point.
I went to bed at 7am, got back up again around 10am, and the news of David Bowie's passing hit me like a ton of bricks. I found myself in bed, tears streaming down my face. I can't remember ever crying because of a celebrity passing before, but this really affected me somehow.
It's been lovely reading about people's relationships with Bowie and his music, because the stories are all so varied. I've been trying to put into words how he influenced me when I was younger, but it's difficult to explain. I'll just put this here and have it speak for itself.
Me in Brighton, England in 2003.
I had a glam rock/weird phase (......) when I was 16-19, I wore big platform boots, tutu skirts, mismatching socks, a glorious tailcoat that I got from NRK's costume department, if it had vivid colours and odd silhouettes, I wanted to wear it... I did rainbow makeup (the only time in my life I've ever worn makeup), and I listened to a lot of David Bowie. These were very much years of self expression, learning to love myself, and the strange world I found myself in. Sadly, I don't have a lot of pictures from this period of my life, but I have many fond memories. Memories that include getting a note from my old art teacher saying she missed having me in her classroom, because I would always sing Life on Mars during her still life drawing lessons.
To me, David Bowie brings up memories of a very specific time in my life. Frankly, I feel I don't really know his music at all. Maybe it's time to go back and learn more about the man who helped me open up and learn to love myself. I'm forever thankful for his influence.