It's brilliant to me how the motif of love always plays into the song of the summer and into our unconsciousness. Spring and summer always seem to inspire these bright perceptions and eager expectations of love and happiness, companionship and completion. There's a sense of celebration in the heat of summer -- we wear less clothes and make them tighter; we spend more time in the gym so that we look way hot on the beach and able to attract that welcome suitor. Everything seems wired to guarantee some summer loving. That's a lot of pressure! I think it's wonderful that Katy Perry is so happy that she can put it all into a commercially successful album -- but will she have just as much material if (not thinking negatively here) her love life crumbles and her heartache sends her spiraling? Here's keeping the fingers crossed -- how much of the sticky, sugary sweet joy can we take? Is it cynical of me to find myself relating more to Lady Gaga's "Alejandro?" What's that say about me?
And don't get me wrong -- I'm all for love, especially young love and all that it's innocence has to offer. Keep knocking those tracks out so that we can use them to seduce each other at least into a quick summer time romp!
Is it cynical of me to find myself relating more to Lady Gaga's "Alejandro"?
Summer is almost over now. The weather is chilling into autumn breezes that I most enjoy and feel invigorate me, and I'm not in love. It didn't happen this summer and certainly not the way that Perry of Gaga promised it would happen. I didn't find my own Alejandro (although I've sworn myself ever from dating Latinos -- some call it self-hating of me...I just think it's smart) and I didn't wake up to a Teenage Dream either -- and thank God...I probably would have ended up in jail -- and from what I hear it's nothing like OZ. So now I've settled into the songs of the fall -- have you noticed that most of those are about endings or break-ups?
What up with that?