Over the past few weeks, I have been obsessed with my Les Miserables Pandora station. If you need to take a minute to make fun of that sentence, I totally understand. In fact, I just paused in typing the rest of this to give you some space.
Are you back?
Hi. Yes, that was funny. And extremely cheesy. But the fact of the matter is this: when I was 13 or 14, I became OBSESSED with Les Miserables thanks to my visiting cousin and HIS obsession. (Oh, the foreshadowing.) Somehow, in some way, not long after that I headed to Tower Records (YES I DID) and bought my own copy of the 1988 complete symphonic recording 3-disk set. Like a BOSS. The nerdiest damn teeny-bopper boss you ever did see. My gawd, I don’t know how it’s possible that my siblings didn’t lock me out of the house on a regular basis on account of how annoying I know that I was. BECAUSE I WAS SOOOOOO ANNOYING. Singing every part of every song pretty much every damn day.
It was a special time for us all.
And I wasn’t alone.
I wish I could take you all back in time to see the spectacle that was Jill & Sarah’s Obsessions. We sang these songs like we had spent the entirety of our (short) lives as the poorest French miserable…like we had BEEN on that chain gang…like WE had sold our hair (though we drew a hard, fast line at becoming whores, mind you) to send money to the innkeeper who cared for our daughter…or like we built the damn barricade OURSELVES.
Incredibly, we were JUST as convincing annoying as turn of the century newsboys on strike! We sang (in harmony!) and danced along with those Newsies like our lives depended on it. Oh, the world WILL know. BECAUSE WE’RE CARRYING THE BANNER, BITCHES!
I’M STILL NOT SURE HOW WE HAD ANY FRIENDS AT ALL AND HOW WE ARE STILL BREATHING AIR AND STUFF.
There’s a part of me that wants to go back in time and punch our younger selves right in the neck for being insufferable nerds. But that would mean that we’re less annoying and embarrassing now than we were back then and…I’m just not sure that’s true. We have somewhat disguised our wackiness as a ‘blog’ and ‘youtube channel’ to justify our behavior but…our obsessions are still alive and kicking. Except instead of newsboys or street urchins, we have both recently become British. And we both seem to be coming through bad break-ups and just, apparently, want closure.
So, yeah. We’re super annoying. Just like old times. Now with more SnapChat.
And while we are slightly (maybe) more reserved in our obsessions now, we’re not going to be done talking about this new Adele song any time soon. Or done singing this song any time soon. (Shout out to my siblings who have now become even more grateful that they don’t live with me anymore.)
This song, though.
Don’t worry if you don’t have a fresh break-up in your life, this song will make you feel like you do. In a good way? Healing way? I don’t know, I can’t figure it out entirely but I also can’t seem to make myself stop listening to it. It’s like every apology we’ve needed to hear and never gotten…or it’s like the one we should’ve given to someone else. I DON’T KNOW but thank the baby Jesus that Adele wasn’t born in the 70’s and this song wasn’t around when we were teenagers BECAUSE I’M NOT SURE WE WOULD’VE GOTTEN OUT OF BED. Or we may have been shoved in trashcans or closets on account of the insufferable annoyingness. Who knows how bad this could’ve been when it is already bad RIGHT NOW.
THIS SONG IS AMAZING AND WE ARE SO EFFING ANNOYING.
Which is pretty much how you can sum up our adolescence and teenage years: Find something amazing, ruin it by being obsessive idiots.
I mean, we haven’t even touched on our obsession with Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. But don’t worry we WILL. Because who can ignore our rousing rendition of Jacob! Jacob and Sons which is only slightly less cheesy than this video on YouTube featuring Donny Osmond. We have gifted the internet so much today.