Sing A Song, Seattle Grace: Grey's Musical Event

Celebration! No class and Grey's Anatomy! Cheers!

So first, some good news. Yesterday I had my...wait for it...my last class. There was no celebration or champagne. It was a pretty dull class about corporate governance and having not slept the night before or eaten for that matter, I was not in a fun place. But my days of 5am wake up calls, and dashing for the 6.34 bus are over! Needless to say, the grandpappy of assignments still plagues my life - the dissertation and another minor annoyance better known as a mood board (yes, believe it...I have to do a MOOD BOARD!!). However, the end is nigh, peeps! The end is nigh!
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And now to the crux of the matter...

Sara Ramirez as Dr Calliope "Callie" Torres

I am not sure I have truly expressed how I feel about Grey's Anatomy on my blog. I have mentioned my love for the show in passing a couple times but in reality, I love it. Being in London, while a great experience on a lot of fronts, is a total Grey's buzzkill. Sadly, as with most of the American shows, the episodes are behind the US airings - 7 episodes behind. I can stream the episodes of course, but the fun was always in watching the show with friends via Facebook. There is a cult following on my friends' list and now they watch it without me and I have to catch up. And I just realised as well, that I am going to have to miss the awesome experience of watching the Grey's finale with friends as well.  The Grey's finales are usually epic and a must-see and had I used the grey matter that I have been putting to the test on assignments and exams, to plan my "vacation", I would have booked my flight after the finale. lol. Yes..it's that serious.

In any event, the Grey's musical event was tonight, or in my case, this morning (wow...it's 4am!), and I will admit, I had some serious misgivings about this. While I love a show trying new formats, I was not feeling a musical Grey's. I could not imagine my favourite surgeons singing, scalpels in hand. It sounded awful, mind numbing and annoying. So what did I think of it then?

Eric Dane as Dr Mark "McSteamy" Sloan

There were some brief nauseating musical moments like Owen's sudden outburst to calm the other attendings. Could have done without that. I thought sometimes the singing got in the way of the script. I must say, the singing was good but when I tune in to watch Grey's, I want the drama. If I wanted to watch tv musicals, I would watch Glee. It was just too much for me, for the most part. But to Shonda's credit, it did not overwhelm the story as much as I thought it would. It was woven in to the episode where it made sense and at least there was no dancing in the hallways of the hospital or anything. The Callie sequences were the ones that worked best and made the most sense and fed into the emotion of the episode. Not to mention Sara Ramirez's voice is beautiful. Amazing! Callie worked. She worked. Cro Magnon and Karev - not so much. lol. Kudos to McDreamy aka Patrick Dempsey for admitting he cannot sing and would not be singing. I could not have my image of him tainted by out of tune, no tonal quality squawking. I give the episode an 8 still - it was not that bad really. I survived.

*spoiler alert - stop if you don't want to know how it ended*

The episode itself was brilliant and of course, tear jerking and it was not even 2 minutes into the thing and I was beside myself. I kinda wish Callie had woken up with amnesia and forgotten she was in love with Arizona and then maybe see Mark and fall madly in love with him but no such luck. The Callie/Arizona wedding is looming. God. I feel it for poor Meredith though. And finally, the student is outshining the teacher and Dr Altman is suffering from Christina tabanca - I mean, first Christina took her man and now like she want to take the wuk too. Heifer. lol..

I am so glad it had a cliched tv end - with baby and mama alive. If the baby had gotten up and sang, it would have been the end for me though.

Let's hope they never do a musical Law and Order: SVU. I do not think I am ever going to be ready for a singing Det Stabler.

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Singing in the Rain

Matthew Bellamy, lead singer of one of my
fave bands ever, Muse

After drinking way too much wine last night, I slept like a stone. I slept too well in fact. I even had dreams. I dreamt I was having a duet with Matt Bellamy. We were singing Butterflies and Hurricanes. It was a great dream. He may be skinny and nashy looking, but I love his voice and I am quite distraught that he is with Kate Hudson - singing all our songs to her! But anyway...I listened to Muse on my MP3 player for the rest of the morning.

But it's all my soul's way of saying I need to have a good rattle in the shower or somewhere. The best...literally the BEST part of my day used to be driving to and from work. Not that I enjoyed waking up at 3am and driving to work at 5am to beat rush hour traffic, or sitting in 2 hours worth of vehicular congestion after work every afternoon. Nope. It was the best part of my day because, locked in my car, with my windows up, my a/c on and my CD player whirring, I would sing my heart out on the entire journey. I remember a co-worker coming to work one day and saying he saw me on the highway, in my car, with the biggest smile on my face, while everyone else looked vexed and sour in the traffic. Why? I was with my tunes.

I really miss that. Can't really sing my heart out on the train. Not even in the shower. These chicken coops they call houses, man. It reminds me of my parents' house before we moved into the "mansion". The houses were all so close together, you could hear the neighbour when he brushed his teeth or flushed the toilet. So to an 8 year old girl, moving to this big, new house that my parents had built just for us, with all this space and at least 200m between neighbours - now you know why 8-yr old me called it the mansion. But I would not even try to sing in the shower here. I do actually hear the toilets when they flush on one side of me. Not to mention, this is a neighbourhood, where the neighbour comes over every couple of months to apologise for the dog barking. The dog, as you know by now is my favourite of all the beings on the street, and is so cute. How could anyone hate a face like that? Besides, dogs bark.  Why apologise? It's not as if he barks all night. This dude was so sincere and so sorry for the dog barking that I knew then and there I was never going to enjoy a shower again because I could not sing as I would like. Believe me, I would not be knocking on people's doors to apologise for my singing. Besides that, my showers are pretty early especially when I have a 9am class, so yeah...a barking dog would be the least of the neighbours' worries. Repressed. That is how I feel. Repressed.

But I miss it. I tried singing at the train station, but the guy next to me looked at me like I was on drugs. But then Londoners look at you like that even when you say "good morning". Odd people they are.

Sharing my Matt love...he's best when he's live. I hope Muse will have a concert here while I am still here. Kate is a lucky gal. See guys...you don't need to be hot looking. You just need to be a rock star to get the pretty girls.

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