Wednesday, November 17, 2010
"I'm Just The Worst Little Buddhist In Town"
That title is a quote from Cher which I found in the Vanity Fair magazine last night. Cher is endlessly fascinating to me. I actually went to see her on one of her "final" tours some years back (thanks, Ms. Fleur!) and although it was quite the experience, it wasn't as much fun, somehow, as it was back in the olden days to get stoned and watch The Sonny And Cher Show.
Different realities and sometimes the least real is the most pleasant.
I think you know what I mean.
She looked amazing at that concert but still- there was something off-putting about it. She looked a little like a grandmother wearing her old show-girl costumes and you know that if your grandmother came out of her bedroom wearing one of those things you'd be like, "Oh, for god's sake, Grandma, have some fucking dignity!"
Just because you CAN do something, doesn't really mean you should.
BUT, hell, Cher is Cher and her grandmother just died recently so you know she's going to live forever and she'll be wearing feathers and a g-string up until the end (whoa! now there's an unintended pun!) and people will be paying the big bucks to see her do so.
Cher and Meryl Streep are good friends which is sort of surprising. They met when they did the movie Silkwood together and if you've never seen that movie, you should. It's a good one. The other night Mr. Moon and I watched It's Complicated with Ms. Streep and Alec Baldwin (don't you always think it's Alex? I do) and it was a sweet movie and Meryl is getting older but she's still gorgeous and that face- oh- that lovely face. There's an intelligence in that face that knocks me out and a beauty that is forever true. It's such a different sort of beauty than Cher's.
I find it hysterical that they're good friends. They seem so different and I'm sure they are.
But they're both mothers and they both love their children and seem to be proud of them, although it seems like Cher is having some difficulty with Chaz's transgendering. She still claims he's a lesbian and as I've said before- get over it, Cher! Men can't be lesbians!
Okay. I'm babbling.
The sun is out, I called the doctor. I have an appointment for tomorrow. Tomorrow! Jesus!
I took the pictures of the huge oak tree out front this morning because it was calling me. I love how the bark of it reminds me of an old elephant's skin.
Rather wrinkled and almost baggy in a frozen-in-time way and yet- beautiful and interesting in a way that a young, smooth tree just is not.
Too bad humans are not regarded with the same eye for beauty as trees.
Cher wouldn't have to keep getting plastic surgery and she wouldn't have to keep getting back into those fishnets either because she'd know that an old face can be as beautiful as a young one and a surgically rearranged and tightened face looks...surgically rearranged and tightened.
But, hell, as Cher said in the article, she could get her tits put on her back and it's no one's business but her own.
And some women are like Cher, and yes, Lady Gaga, too, who famously wore a meat dress
and some women are like Meryl Streep and they can all get along, and we can all see the beauty in their differences, their own definition of who and what they are.
Well, here's another picture of the oak tree.
That's my reality this morning and yet, I am fascinated by Cher and I respect her and I can still see her beauty, as enhanced and rearranged as it's been.
I'm sorry. I'm too old to see Lady Gaga's beauty but I'll trust whoever tells me it's there.
(Meat hat? Meat purse?)
It's a big world and there's room for all sorts of beauty, that which shines and sparkles, that which simmers quietly, that which is not apparent at first glance but which, upon noticing, you can't keep your eyes off of.
I'm just happy to be here, observing it all, being amused and awed, and wondering where I fit in the whole picture. No answers today but I'll bet you this- I'll bet I'm the only blogger in the world today who posted about Cher AND oak trees.
Well. Maybe. Maybe not.
I'm as unique as you are and we are as unique as everyone else in what and how we think, how we look and feel, how we perceive this world and its amazing and mysterious ways.
And as long as Vegas pays Cher millions and millions to do a show, she'll be doing it, and there's something comforting in that. Not as comforting to me, personally, as that oak tree out front, but still, comforting.
Some of us are more unique than others.
You can quote me on that.