The series finale of Glee airs tonight, and it has me thinking about my experiences with the show and what its legacy might be. In many ways, and I’m sure I’m not alone in this, the lines above from one of the many songs performed onGlee over six seasons could sum up my feelings on the show. It’s certainly been a roller coaster ride for the fans who have stuck with it, with some of the highest highs I’ve ever experienced from television, as well as some of the lowest lows. And here at the end I find myself with two equally strong opinions that are battling for supremacy in my mind: I’m glad that the show is finally ending, and I’m going to miss it when it’s gone.
From the very beginning my relationship with Glee was unlike any show I’d ever experienced. Continue reading →
In the face of Cory Monteith’s tragic death Saturday, at age 31, from as-yet-unknown causes, I find myself revisiting my first experience with Glee. I read a lot about the show during its first 13 episode run but never tuned in, despite it seeming right up my alley (as a big fan of musicals). I think I was just turned off by the excessive praise it was getting, as I tend to be wary of anything that seems to inspire unanimous opinions. But I was curious so I checked out the pilot episode online during the show’s midseason hiatus and I was sold. I ran out and bought the first half of season one on DVD, and my wife and I started to watch it over the course of a couple of days. One night, 2 episodes before the midseason finale, we decided to head to bed around midnight. But we both lay there for a while, unable to sleep, until we decided we just had to finish the show. We returned to the living room and watched the rest of the episodes, even if it meant we were up until 2am or later. That’s the sort of feeling that Glee inspires in people.