Having a song stuck in your head is annoying, but having a song that you don’t really like (or even hate) stuck on mental repeat sucks ever so much more. It’s been easier since the radio in the warehouse broke and I’m no longer treated to the “no repeat” play list of the local dance station. Today though, I have to blame Big Love for giving me today’s mental track of “tiny dancer”. (which I don’t associate with Elton John at *all* for some reason, although I am having scenes from “Almost Famous” pop though my head.)

On another note, this post reminds me of how much I really love the movie version of 1776, and how much I should really go and pick up a copy now that it’s on DVD. John/Abby totally set up my later love for Beatrice/Benedick, and I would always force myself to sit though “momma, look sharp” even though it still reduces me to a pathetic pile of tears. (I am such a sentimental weeper at movies it is not to be believed.)

And really, it it any wonder that little junior high me completely pinged on this version of John Adams? Obnoxious and disliked and pugnacious and everything I wanted to be (well, when I wasn’t wanting to grow up and be Sandy at the end of Grease) and he got a beautiful, witty, and amazing wife to boot. Yup, he was my hero.