GLEE- OH YES...IT’S GLEE - Volume 1. DAY 14

GLEE- OH YES...IT’S GLEE - Volume 1

I thought I’d mark my 2 week anniversary with a good wholesome sing along...well at least track one is. My short attention span has me normally skipping just about everything unless I’m out of the room or just pressing repeat on the Glee clubs heart warming rendition of Journey’s ‘Don’t stop believing’. 

I remember exactly why I bought this album. I was on teaching rounds on one of the shittiest schools to ever exist. In fact, if I related half the stories I have about that school you would recoil from the screen, refusing to believe that they could be true. I volunteered to help supervise the schools scrappy, uninterested group of musicians to a local singing event with about 10 other schools from the area. The band accompanying the conference of singers was pulled from a school close by, but unlike the rest, this school is one of the premiere exclusive, cost more in tuition per year than your house, kind of schools. For those kids, the local singing get together of underprivileged schools must have been on par with a guided night tour around the streets of Johannesburg.  After yelling at my kids about 30 times and giving up about 20, I disowned the little shit heads and moved to a wall where I could disguise my lethargy against the soothing cold bricks holding me up. Just when I was losing the battle to keep my eyes open, the angelic and enthusiastic voices of 60 eight year olds jolted my out of the darkness. They had choreographed dance moves, co-ordinated t-shirts and they reeked of optimism. ‘Poor deluded kids’ I thought, but after the first chorus was done they had me. How painfully cute. I was inspired to go back to my brats and sit next to them, singing loud enough to embarrass the crap out of those little feckers. I threw in some jazz hands and tried to start a group sway as they tried in vain to sink lower in their chairs away from me. I have those little kids, Journey and the Glee club to thank. 

The other thing about Glee is it takes my ears 15 mins to adjust to the high pitched screechiness of the singing voices. Now, I don’t have a problem with the screechiness but they are more than ‘musical theatre’ screechy. Musicals are my first forbidden love. When other kids were listening to Poison, I was singing along to the Les Miserables soundtrack. I appreciate Glee’s cheese laden humour and unashamed geekiness but 1 hour is trying on the ear canals and his album is 17 songs long.