Saturday, May 5, 2007

90/365 Colors of the Wind

I’m really enjoying it. It’s the gayest show on television. Maybe the gayest thing EVER. Gayer than Liberace giving a hand job to Paul Lynde. Gayer than Judy Garland singing a duet with Richard Simmons. Gayer than me singing “Colors of the Wind” at Walt Disney World.
—Sewa Yoleme, yesterday in an e-mail, on Ugly Betty

Sometime soon after the turn of the century (2002? SY, please help me remember), Sewa Yoleme and I took a five-day trip to Disney World and did all the parks. Believe me, if you’re going to drop yourself into some serious kitsch, it makes sense to go with a gay guy.

On some tram, somewhere, “Colors of the Wind” began to play. (Does this mean we were in the Magic Kingdom? I’m thinking yes.) Yoleme broke into song. He knew every freakin’ word.

“You are so gay,” I told him, shrinking into-ish the slippery tram bench.

As long as he was reminding me of the incident, I decided to look up the lyrics. I’ve never actually seen Pocohantas. The only thing I really know about the movie is that she’s the cartoon character men seem to want to do. (Insert obvious discussion here.)

The lyrics, it turns out, are so indicative of Sewa Yoleme’s shamanesque personality, I can no longer blame him for belting it out like a theme song.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Is it synchronicity that he should mention this song yesterday, the day a—nay, the—Queen was visiting Jamestown?


Sewa Yoleme said...

Blushing now.

I especially love these lines:

You think you own what ever land you land on—
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim!
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name....

I think it must have been 2001, since the date stamp of the picture you took of me at Disney says Jan. 2002, and I know we went in the spring, so it must have been the previous year. SO very long ago.

And yes, it was on the Walt Disney World Railroad, the train that circles the Magic Kingdom. The musical accompaniment is timed so that "Colors of the Wind" plays just as you pass the Pocahontas Indian Village in Frontierland.

And no self-respecting 51-year-old man should be possession of information like that. {slinks away}

Cedar Waxwing said...

My daughter loves this movie - she still watches it at age 16. I didn't like the movie much because it was inaccurate, but the music is nice.

I like the TV show Ugly Betty though. I cannot watch it on the big screen when it airs (my family hates it) so I content myself with the online airings.

Deloney said...

Gayer than George Hamilton's shameless advances on the studio execs to get the "Price is Right" gig when Bob Barker retires to Fire Island.

Susan said...

George Hamilton?? Tell me you made that up, Deloney. He doesn't belong on The Price is Right. Hey, Bob Barker read my poem on that show, remember? George wouldn't have.

Oh, yeah, and I like the song.