Zentrope

kill me now

Just finished season one of Glee. If I wrote down everything I would normally hate about a TV show, you’d think Glee would fit it perfectly. And it does. But I love it anyway.

I’ve intensely disliked a lot of the pop songs they sing when they first came out, or when they were first overplayed and over exposed — Journey, I’m talking about you — but the songs totally work within the narrative context. The characters draw me in, damn it. There’s not much else to say, or that needs be said.

But this is a blog, invisible subtitled “prolix”.

In idle moments, the show does make me think that people who really like what I think of as totally manufactured music are not so much interested in the music itself (as if it were a statement that should last the ages) as the moment in which it occurs. I guess that’s obvious. For me, though, if I don’t actually like the song in the abstract, the moment as I experience it doesn’t redeem it, and even if it did, nostalgia kills it. But that’s just me. Super picky. But I understand people with broader tastes a little bit now. Someone else’s nostalgia or sentiment, even a fictional someone else, now that I can abide.

But that’s just a side-thought. Really, I’m just thoroughly entertained. Kudos.