that's so unfair
My sister and mother are playing the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack very, very loudly.
"Only people who help paint the Sister's room are allowed to sing along," they told me, glaring.
Hmmph.
Just don't say I'm damned for all time!
"Only people who help paint the Sister's room are allowed to sing along," they told me, glaring.
Hmmph.
Just don't say I'm damned for all time!
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Pearl-o not painting makes the baby jesus cry!
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(One advantage of the soundtrack over the movie is I don't get struck with the urge to start singing "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" at the end.)
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One of the funniest-yet-omg moments of my relationship with Mr. Spike, pre-marriage, was when I happened to mention, over martinis with our roommate-at-that-time, that I really disliked the music of Jesus Christ Superstar. At which point I was treated to a rather drunken rendition of the ENTIRE FREAKING SOUNDTRACK A CAPELLA BY TWO MEN WHO COULD NOT SING ON KEY WHEN SOBER!!!!! That was like 9 hours of horrible atonal music and not enough alcohol on the planet could drown that.
Their plan worked though. I can now see how the music could be worse. Still I would not paint to it. Except possibly to the 40 Lashes song...
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It's kind of a moot point now, though, I guess; they've moved on to Meatloaf. Which of course in my house is just as bad with the needing to belt along with it, though.
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I didn't actually see the movie till a few years ago, though. But when I was at college in Massachusetts, it was, like, a bonding ritual for us. "Whiny Jesus!" "Sexy lepers!" "Mmm, Judas. With *fringe*." "Flail, apostles, flail!"
*hearts you back*