Who’s your MUSE?

I’m sitting on Christine’s couch, being harassed to write my column. Unfortunately, my brain is fried. The combination of an afternoon of sun and an evening of ‘Gossip Girl’ and cr’egrave;me brul’eacute;e Hagen Daaz has gone to my head.

Christine is wrapped in a blanket that is embroidered with her personal Muse ‘- Hello Kitty. Since I’ve known Christine, she has always admired Kitty. Kitty is ever-changing; a beacon of reinvention, a feline Madonna. However, Kitty always keeps it simple and classy (and she has since introduced in Japan in 1974). She has proven her longevity.

Hello Kitty is the perfect Muse for Christine. She is an exemplary female who is in control, gets what she wants and doesn’t even blink while doing it ‘- literally. Take notice of Kitty’s nonchalant glare. It screams ‘I-don’t-give-a-f—-I-know-I’m-a-baller-look-at-all-my-Yen.’

Even if Christine doesn’t realize it, I know Kitty inspires her to a certain degree, because that’s what Muses do, consciously or not.

Now, this column is about me, not Christine, so the next logical revelation is supposed to be about me and my Muse.

If anyone has been paying any attention, I have mentioned Britney Spears in all but one of my columns. As much as I would like to be able to call Britney Jean my Muse, I can’t ‘-‘- and it kind of troubles me. I think about the amount of time (and money) I’ve spent on Britney Spears. I think about her music and how I have attempted to apply it to my life at times to make her feel more real to me. Truth be told, it’s kind of difficult to apply something as ridiculous as ‘Bombastic Love’ to my life, even after a Thursday night at Estate.

I feel like Britney at least owes it to me to be my Muse. But I would be fooling myself if I said she was. And the worst part is I don’t think I have one.

But do I need one? The concept sounds nice ‘-‘- someone who is around to look up, to inspire you and make you want to function to your full potential. But I think I am too fickle to find someone who can have this effect on me.

I was at the gym working on my fitness yesterday and a song from the Chairlift album, ‘Does You Inspire You?’ came on shuffle. Although my legs were burning from the Stairmaster (I have really nice legs, FYI), the album title spoke to me. I realized then that I shouldn’t set my goals on finding someone else to inspire me, but do what I want my own way so I can be a Muse to others.

As sweat dripped out from beneath my baseball cap, I realized I could finally apply a Britney lyric ‘-‘- successfully ‘-‘- to my life: ‘All eyes on me in the center of the ring.’

I hope to inspire as your Muse next fall.

Sincerely,

Charles Deemar Adelman

MUSE Editor Fall 2009