I know you’re not supposed to discuss the ages of esteemed ladies, so I’ll just say my grandmother entered octogenarianism (*WINK WINK*) this week. She’s a really wonderful, fun, and caring woman at the center of an almost as wonderful family that I’m so happy and lucky to be a part of!
Never has this been made more clear to me than a few weekends ago, when we celebrated Grandma Shirley’s 80th (d’oh!) at the lake in Wisconsin. As some of you may know, I dabble in parody writing (in that one time I made a rendition of Radiohead’s “Myxomatosis” that focuses not on a degenerative brain disease in rabbits but face blindness), and on a whim (+encouragement/lyrical brainstorming with work pals) I had recently written a version of last year’s mega-hit “All About That Bass” called “All About That Bass,” but, you know. Bass the fish. (As told to everyone I ever shared this idea with.)
It took maybe five minutes from the time the proverbial ink had dried on the song before I’d gone into proper Kelis-mode and was sending out texts and emails like nobody’s business. Far more texts and emails (and scripts and scenes and supply lists) than ever were read, undoubtedly. Lots of capital letters and exclamation points. Because what better venue and crew with whom to make a MuSiC ViDeO for a song called “All About That Bass (But, You Know. Bass the Fish)” than at the lake in Wisconsin with the entire extended family?!
And, bless them, they were so cool about it. My cousins and brothers suffered through my week-long barrage of communiques (that began, funnily enough, with the announcement that I wasn’t going to spam them) and my periodical freak-outs over FedEx fu…dgery (special props to Karlee and Ben who actually drove me out to meet the FedEx truck holding the Giant Sea Animal Balloons I’d asked– twice– to have held at the facility in Shakopee, but weren’t). They scrounged up costumes. They practiced their “Stinky Leg”s and “Neigh Neigh”s with the vigor and enthusiasm of Juilliard hopefuls. They were, put simply, superstars.
We filmed, in bits, throughout the entire day and my dad refused to believe the intended product was to clock in at just over 3 minutes. (Of course there ended up being too much ‘priceless’ footage and I had to make some extra outtake/Stanky Legg reels.) Again, I was just so impressed by and pleased with everyone’s willingness to participate (and almost always with smiles on their faces! …KAYLA!!!) while everyone was technically on vacation. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone for enduring my myriad million-decibel outbursts of, “DANCE! EVERYONE DANCE!”, “CLOCKWISE!”, and “GENDER IS A CONSTRUCT!” You’re really the best.
(Haha oh man, naturally I couldn’t have been the only one to have this idea. We’re just short of a million views behind this guy… Something to aspire to, I guess!)