I heard this one on the last scene of the last episode of Series 2 of Luther, which I’ve been watching for the past few weeks. It sounds like a great way to end the year.
In case you live under a rock: Beyonce dropped an album on Thursday at midnight with no warning, advertising, release of singles, marketing or… anything. She just took to Instagram and was like, “Surprise!”, and the album went to number one in 100 countries almost immediately. Included were several glossy videos; this one is my favorite.
The album SEXY – kind of dirty in parts, actually. A lot of people are saying she’s a bad role model now, but I love that she’s being super frank about having hot sex with her husband. I’m sick to death of the messaging that says sexy times die when you get married, and/or are in your 30’s, and while it does kind of make me uncomfortable to think of teens hearing lyrics like “He Monica Lewinsky’d all on my gown” (do teens today even understand that reference?!) it makes me more uncomfortable to hear TV shows talking about how you won’t get laid when you’re married/have babies/turn 30-something. Do you know the bendy freaky shit I can do in the sack now that I’m 31? I’ll spare you the details, but yoga has been much more than just a heart-healthy pursuit for me. So you go, Beyonce, with your sexy mom self!
YouTube only has a clip of a video, but you should go download this album now anyway.
One of my favorite versions of one of my favorite Christmas songs.
I know this is a love song about two people, but it reminds me of my dogs.
This week I turn one billion seconds old, a milestone I’ve been looking forward to for years.
(You can figure out when you will – or did – turn 1 billion seconds by going to this link. It’s somewhere between 8 and 9 months after your 31st birthday).
Jared sent me this one to groove to on a cold Sunday night that I was working, and it immediately had me bopping around my office. I love it. Thanks, friend!
I lost my voice cheering for the marathon runners yesterday. I’d never done it before, and overwhelmed at how joyful I felt. A lot of participants ink their names on their shirts so you can cheer for them by name, and it was so great to catch hundreds of smiles as I shouted, “You go, Mike!” or “Looking awesome, Liz!” right at them as they went by. I punked out after about an hour because it was cold, but next year I’m bundling up, taking a thermos of coffee
and whiskey, and getting there extra early to cheer my heart out for hours.
This story has nothing to do with today’s Monday Music, which is just one of the songs I’ve been grooving to these days.