Music business, I am on to you. You’re all secret Doctor Who fans. Just admit it. Let your Whovian freak flag fly.
A few of you are doing a particularly shoddy job of keeping your fandom membership under wraps. Why else would your songs show up six, seven, EIGHT times on our Rose/Doctor playlist?
This week’s post is about the most well-represented artists on our soundtrack to the universe’s greatest OTP. Whether you know it or not, you’ve been writing music that perfectly scores our Rose and Doctor.
Also, Coldplay remains awesome. David agrees. Deal with it.
“You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know-it-all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening’s thin
Oh you’re a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man
You’re setting up your
Razor wire shrine.”
I’ve had to cross reference this song in my mind, as it has always been, until now, strictly a Fox Mulder anthem.
Look at those lyrics. That’s 100% the FBI’s Most Unwanted. But Fox is going to have to share it with my Doctor. They have a lot in common, after all. Complex and single-minded. Emotions turning on a dime. Obsessed with their own, specific morality. And they both press all my romantic, anti-hero buttons.
On a personal note: where did weird, folky Sarah McLachlan go and why was she replaced with Adult Contemporary Sad Dog Commercial Sarah McLachlan? Remember that time she spent an entire music video naked in a mud pit? I blame the kids. And the ASPCA.
“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can’t, ’cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.”
When pressed to choose, I will usually pick the “Impossible Planet”/”Satan Pit” two-parter as my favorite modern era Who episode. But maybe I should change my answer, because I keep coming back to “Human Nature”/”The Family of Blood” in these posts.
We’re mostly used to the enigmatic and manic Doctor that Sarah was singing about just a few seconds ago. But, ugh, how these episodes get right into the heart of him like no others do. The Doctor-Doctor won’t tell Rose how he feels about her. He won’t tell anyone else either, and hardly admits it to himself. But John Smith doesn’t know that. He just dreams and writes it down.
This is what’s ACTUALLY written in “The Journal of Impossible Things” and why people who deny that Rose/Ten is a real thing are just plain wrong:
“I find myself wanting to draw a perfect Rose, over and over although I cannot find a Rose anywhere!
The perfect Rose
It’s a perfect rose.
Rose perfect Rose
In my dreams I keep asking a girl where to find one, and she is dressed in the most extraordinarily immodest way.
She will not answer me, and she keeps walking away.
I keep dreaming of a girl.
Girl in my dreams
I remember this girl I have drawn her although I know her well in my dream
I know her well I know.
I know her
She is my-“
Just plain wrong, I tell ya.
I’m having a hard time starting this post, because I’m so distracted by this gif. He closes his eyes. HE CLOSES HIS EYES. Sigh. My OTP is more beautiful and star-crossed than yours.
Last week, the fangirl wife and I touted our respective favorites in the only 90s boy band standoff that matters: *N Sync for me, and BSB for Kimmie. In keeping with the theme, this week’s Rose and Ten Playlist picks are all teen pop oriented. I’ll take my gut-wrenching tragedy with a side of cheese, thank you.
“What could I give when you’ve got all you need?
And she looks at me like, ‘all I want’s a little free’
Every time I’m here with you it makes me see
That it’s alright, yeah, it’s alright
We’ll get away, be in love, we can make it better
All I need’s a little time for us to get together
Happiness is just a step away
When it’s alright, yeah, it’s alright
Just a girl like you, and maybe just a
Just a guy like me, maybe we
Could take a walk on the wild side
Take a look and see
Get up and go.”
We focus on the sads a lot in these posts, but let’s not forget the good times. In between all the slutty French ladies, aborted love confessions, and wretched goodbyes, Rose and Ten were just having a ball, boppin’ around the universe.
Remember that time they were more concerned about getting the Queen to say, “We are not amused,” than catching the GIANT WEREWOLF that was ripping people to shreds? And how Ten almost collapsed laughing when he realized that Pete’s World Rose was a yappy dog? And how they got all greaser-ed up in matching outfits for the 50s? And when Rose referred to her first trip as their “first date” and the Doctor didn’t argue? And the way they flirted like sexy, unrelated Hardy Boys in “Fear Her”?
This song makes me imagine what it must be like to go on history’s longest road trip with the one person in the whole universe you have the most fun with.
Also, Hanson is perfection.
How I feel about this playlist on a daily basis.
I didn’t hit my boy band phase until I was at the end of my sophomore year of college.
I know. I wasted SO MANY years repressing my inner fangirl.
Frankly, the years of repression explain a LOT about why I am the way I am today.
I remember hearing rumblings about The Backstreet boys and rolling my eyes over them. Like Sage, I was MUCH too cool for bubblegum pop (and I already had much on my plate damming me to be a geek, being that I was a massive X-Phile). I worked at The Gap and “As Long As You Love Me” and “All I Have to Give” were in heavy rotation on the store playlist. Over an eight-hour work shift, I would hear them at least three times. Soon, I knew all the words, despite my best efforts to ignore them. Not long after that…I was singing along. And THEN I would find myself looking FORWARD to when they would come on and doing a little dance of rejoicing when those now familiar opening chords would play.
They had gotten me.
However, I remained a closet Backstreet Boys fan for a long time. Wasn’t I, at 20 years old, too OLD to love a boy band so ardently? Wasn’t I too old to save magazine covers and article to secretly tape up in my closet? WASN’T I TOO OLD TO HAVE A FAVORITE BACKSTREET BOY?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO. Never. You are NEVER too old to have a favorite Backstreet Boy.
And then the Summer of 1999 happened. And you couldn’t turn on the radio without hearing the greatest boy band song (and arguably the most perfect pop song) EVER.
I’m sorry. If you don’t love (and know all the words to) “I Want It That Way” then there is a problem deep inside your soul. It IS one of the greatest pop songs ever written. The nonsensical “that way” (NO REALLY WHAT WAY DO YOU WANT IT, BOYS?). That Bridge. THAT FLAWLESS KEY CHANGE AND BRIAN’S “TELL ME WHYYYYYYY” RIFF AT THE END. It is a perfect karaoke song. It has inspired countless fan tributes, parodies, and flash mobs (this one is my most favorite). “I Want It That Way” is pure and incandescent joy and it personifies everything I love about the Backstreet Boys. You can’t listen to it without breaking into a massive grin and wanting to dance around like no one is watching you.
“I Want It That Way” always tends to be my trump card whenever I get into a debate with someone about Backstreet vs. *N SYNC. Cause no other *N SYNC song, with the possible exception of “Bye Bye Bye”, has the timeless perfection of IWITW. Can a debate be won on the merits of one song?
When it is a song as perfect as “I Want It That Way” I believe it can.
But more reasons why I pledge my eternal love to the Backstreet Boys are after the jump…
Between yesterday’s Black Friday shopping trips and Thanksgiving leftovers, I was gleefully scrolling through Twitter to follow the social media smack talk between current reigning Brit boy bands One Direction and The Wanted. It’s not that I’m a rabid fan of either. Okay, so I’ve had One Direction’s Take Me Home on repeat for a week and Max from The Wanted could totally get it. (I mean…) BUT. I don’t know all their names or birthdays or favorite movies. My investment was almost purely nostalgia-driven. After all, there was a time not so long ago when two American five-member boy bands tangled daily over the top TRL slot and the hearts of fangirls all over the world.
If you were a kid, pre-teen, or teenager in the late ’90s/early aughts, you had two choices:
You were either a Backstreet girl or an *N Sync girl.
Guess which one I am.
Here in 2012, the rivalry has cooled off to the degree that me (*N Sync forever) and Kim (Backstreet Boys 4 lyfe) can actually hang out and run this blog together. Our friend Angel, that powerful musk ox, knows which side of the boy band fan line we each stand on and suggested we each write a post defending our choice. The point of this exercise is to share our never ending love for our chosen boys and not to bash the competition. Because we are ladies, goddammit, and will conduct ourselves accordingly. Look for Kim’s Backstreet post later today.
I didn’t choose *N Sync. *N Sync chose me.