What’s the German word for when good things are happening but you still feel bad? That’s the phenomenon I’ve been experiencing lately, and it has been very much not slay rosè all day in St. Tropez. The only time of day I can suppress the bad feelings is when I’m watching Real Housewives of Potomac, which has led to me watching three and a half seasons in the span of two weeks. Humans were not designed to watch that much reality TV in such a short amount of time — there’s been so much irreparable damage done to my brain that I can’t stop referring to the day trip I’m taking tomorrow as “giving Housewives.” And don’t even get me started on the new season of Salt Lake City……the girls are terrified they’re going to lose their jobs as soon as Jen goes to jail and you can feel it. Greatest show on television.
Anywhoodle, I want to get back to watching my girls be messy and grinding my teeth because I’m subconsciously angry about something without knowing it, so I’m going to keep this one shorty short short. I also might need to go to urgent care because I still don’t feel like my lungs have fully recovered from when I had COVID, but I actually just decided that I believe in God again and he’ll take care of it.
Do you know what today is? It’s Your Anniversary!
Today’s album: 1999 by Prince
Release date: October 27, 1982 (40 years)
Everybody’s always talking about Purple Rain this and Purple Rain that — no! 1999 is Prince’s best album and I’m tired of being silenced. Purple Rain is an incredibly accessible pop album with a capital P, which is great if you’re into that. But to me, Prince’s music isn’t supposed to be to everyone. You don’t make songs like “The Ballad of Dorothy Parker” or “Batdance” if you want to appeal to everyone, and you certainly don’t make an album influenced by Devo and Afrika Bambaataa if you value and prioritize public reception. Sure, Prince’s use of sailing synths and catchy melodies give 1999 a conventional pop foundation, but each song finds a new way to completely flip the genre on its head, too. Whether it be through non-sensical lyrics, aggressive musical breakdowns, or simulating female pleasure in the middle of “Lady Cab Driver,” your traditional expectations of pop are never meant to line up with Prince’s version of pop — both on this album and beyond.
Song I would recommend: “Let’s Pretend We’re Married” !!!
Favorite lyric: Ughhh I feel like that one girl from America’s Next Top Model who came in just to say she didn’t want to be there anymore. I refuse to choose!
If you also watch Real Housewives of Potomac, please reach out to me so we can discuss. Otherwise, do not contact me this weekend. I will be too busy watching Real Housewives of Potomac to respond.