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Apr. 1st, 2005 01:59 pmThe Muppet Show brought me to tears today. I bought a DVD with three episodes on it--Harry Belafonte, Linda Ronstadt, and John Denver. One of the only distinct, nearly crystal-clear memories of my childhood in Brooklyn, before we moved to Oceanside when I was five, is Harry Belafonte singing with African Masks. And I always remembered, always, the lyrics, "Do you know who you are? Do you know who I am?"
I have only a small handful of memories of our time in Coney Island. This one stands out above all others. So my god, when that fucking song came on I started weeping like a little girl. I wasn't sad or happy, it was just a huge fucking wave of nostalgia as soon as the song started. It's never happened before. Things were just so much better then than they are now. So much better. So I cried, end of story.
At least I can actually feel again. Emotions that is. For the past two years there has been nothing but numbness and apathy. A comfortable numb with intermittent bouts of depression. So that's a good thing, that I can feel, even if it means crying at a bunch of Muppets. Not quite a mop, not quite a puppet, but man...
Jim Henson definitely smoked his fair share of marijuana, so did Frank Oz and everyone else, they were all high when they created the Muppets. There will never be anything like that ever again.
Waldorf: I have a good mind to go home.
Stadler: If you had a good mind you wouldn't be here in the first place.
( I got iron-on transfer paper. )
I have only a small handful of memories of our time in Coney Island. This one stands out above all others. So my god, when that fucking song came on I started weeping like a little girl. I wasn't sad or happy, it was just a huge fucking wave of nostalgia as soon as the song started. It's never happened before. Things were just so much better then than they are now. So much better. So I cried, end of story.
At least I can actually feel again. Emotions that is. For the past two years there has been nothing but numbness and apathy. A comfortable numb with intermittent bouts of depression. So that's a good thing, that I can feel, even if it means crying at a bunch of Muppets. Not quite a mop, not quite a puppet, but man...
Jim Henson definitely smoked his fair share of marijuana, so did Frank Oz and everyone else, they were all high when they created the Muppets. There will never be anything like that ever again.
Waldorf: I have a good mind to go home.
Stadler: If you had a good mind you wouldn't be here in the first place.
( I got iron-on transfer paper. )
