Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“oh yeah, you’re friends.
that’s right….


you’re not friends.


you’ll never be friends
you’ll be in love ’til it kills ya both.


you’ll fight…
and you’ll shag…
and you’ll hate each other until it makes you quiver…
but you will never be friends.


love isn’t brains, children
it’s blood
blood screaming inside you to work its will.


i may be love’s bitch
but, at least i’m man enough to admit it”.
-spike, talking to buffy and angel in Buffy the Vampire Slayer

YEP… I watched that crap… and even more…. I wrote about it in my blog 14 years ago… 

My father writes articles for several Jazz magazines (I capitalize Jazz because it’s been such a huge part of my life). When I was younger he wrote for local newspapers. He once wrote about a local movie theater and the movies he would see when he was little… how watching them – if just for a moment – transformed his friends and him into those characters. They didn’t care about what John Wayne was like in person. They cared about what his character did – day after day – picture show after picture show. The movies were their hope… their chance to get a glimpse at the “real world”…..

This particular article started with a bit about how he remembers telling my sister that “life ain’t no rock n roll song” then it was as if remembering having told her that he suddenly was reminded about how that little-bitty segregated movie theater in Buchanon, Michigan was his “rock n roll” song and maybe he was wrong……

Maybe life isn’t a rock n roll song… or a movie… or a good book. Maybe it is just a damn stupid song… but what does it matter if, just for a moment, it changes you or reminds you that maybe I’m not so off balance after all… maybe love really is as thick as blood… who knows… 

My friends made serious fun of me for watching shows like Buffy and Dawson’s Creek.. I was like 30 or something. But I watched anyway… It was the fantasy… it took me away from my daily grind… and sometimes, if I was lucky… it built some confidence maybe??? it reaffirmed that maybe what I dreamed about love might just be true. How could that be such a bad thing. Gotta believe in somethin 🙂 

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