Xanadu your neon lights will shine!”
A-Z through April has me pretty desperate here at the XYZ of things FOR THE FOURTH YEAR.
Eventually I’ll be writin about xanthan gum. Mercy!
So, love it or hate it, Xanadu was influential in my childhood. Not necessarily the movie, cause even when I was young, I rolled my eyes at cheesy romance stuff, but the music, oh the music!
I was seven when my mother took me to see Xanadu.
I didn’t fall in love with the skater dude. No, me being me, I preferred Gene Kelly. To be fair, I’d already seen him in a lot of old time movies at Grandma’s house. When I was a kid, I believed people in the olden days simply didn’t have coloring, or if they did, it was subtle like old pictures, and due to my great grandmother’s portrait in an opera costume, I also believed they wore rags. I was very happy to live in color time, with blue jeans and white roller skates with pink stoppers, and —
I want to make it clear to you as it was made clear to me, I want you all to know —
My father didn’t have a Rubik’s cube when he was a kid, and it was not because they didn’t have color.
I really was a peculiar kid. I know.
I read The Giver without questioning the apple and Fiona’s hair, though.
Speaking of hair, the ribbons in Olivia Newton John’s hair!
Yes, I had to have the ribbons — braided into my hair or around barrettes and combs — long flowing ribbons that would stream from my head and connect me to the muses while I skated. Yes, I have always had a magical imagination, and it’s the perfect size, thank you very much.
Meanwhile, back at Xanadu. The blend of styles…
SO much ELO!
That album’s one of the ones I remember obsessing over.
So good. So, so good.
Except the ballads. I hate ballads.
Happy Friday Everyone!