Transamerica

Efter alt for få timers søvn i nat, og en uendeligt begivenhedsrig dag, med at gå fra en vekslingsbank til anden, for at få fat i den bedste kurs på euroen, kom jeg godt træt hjem. 

Efter en omgang lækker vandmelon, lagde jeg mig med musen i sofaen for at tage en lur, før jeg skulle i byen. 

Jeg zappede over på tv2 film, for de plejer at genudsende en masse film, der er gode til at døse hen til.

Idag sendte de "Transamerica" med  Felicity Huffman (også kendt som Lynette Scavo i Desperate Housewives), der spiller Bree, en gut, der er igang med en kønsskifte operation, og Kevin Zegers, der spiller hendes søn Toby, som Bree fik mens hun stadig var en mand. 

For at kunne fuldføre operationen, får Brees psykolog hende til at tage sig af sønnen, der er kommet ud i noget ballade i New York. I NY finder hun ham, han er lettere junkie og prostituerer sig, men ønsker at tage til LA for at blive skuespiller og finde sin far, så de begiver sig på en lang rejse med bil igennem USA. 

Vejen til LA og forløsningen er hård, lang og svær, og de kommer ud for en masse op og nedture - mest nedture. Toby ved ikke at Bree er hans far, men der knytter sig et bånd mellem de to mennesker (Toby frier endda til Bree på et tidspunkt). 

Jeg blev grebet så meget af den, at jeg helt glemte at sove , og for første gang i jeg ved ikke, hvor mange år, fandt jeg mig selv stortudende, da filmen sluttede. Den var så forløsende for mig. Den var lige det jeg havde brug for idag, og da Dolly Parton sang 

sangen "Travelin' Through" vågnede min indre country mus pludselig op igen... 

Jeg glemmer så ofte, hvor godt jeg kan lide visse dele af denne musikgenre... 

                                

                                         

Dolly Parton : Travelin Through

Oooh,OOh,Oooh-ooh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Well, I can't tell you where I'm going
I'm not sure of where I've been
But I know I must keep travelin'
Till my road comes to an end

I'm out here on my journey
Trying to make the most of it
I'm a puzzle I must figure out
Where all my pieces fit

Chorus

Like a poor wayfairing stranger
That they speak about in song
I'm just a weary pilgrim
Trying to find what feels like home

Well, that is no one can tell me
Am I doomed to ever roam
I'm just travelin' travelin' travelin'
I'm just travelin' on.

Questions I have many
Ansewers but a few
We're here to learn the spirit burns
To learn the greater truth

We've all been crusified
And they nailed Jesus to the tree
And when I'm born again
You're gonna see a change in me

God made me for a reason
And nothing is in vain
Redemption comes in many shapes
With many kinds of pain

Oh, sweet Jesus if you're out there
Keep me ever close to you
As I'm stumbling tumbling
As I'm traveling through

I'm just traveling traveling traveling.
I'm just traveling through ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
I'm just traveling traveling
I'm just traveling through ooho ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.

Oh sometimes the road gets rugged
And it's hard to travelin' on
But hold in to each other
We don't have to work alone
When everything is broken
We can mend it if we try
We can make the world a difference
If we want to we can fllly.
Good-bye you little children
Good-night you handsome men
Farewell to all you ladies
And to all who knew me when...
And I hope I'll see ya down the road
You meant more than I knew
As I'm travelin' travelin' travelin' travelin' travelin' through
Drifting like a floating boat
And roaming like the wind

Oh give me some direction lord
Let me lean on you
As I'm travelin' travelin' through (Repeat, Repeat)
Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Like the poor wayfaring stranger
That they speak about in song
I'm just like a weary pilgrim
Tryin' to find my own way home

Oh, sweet jesus if you're out there
Keep me ever close to you
As I'm travelin' travelin' travelin' through

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh travelin' through.