His so-called life

Remember me?

Note to every girl born between the years of 1971 and, say, 1978 who ever rushed home after band practice to watch My So-Called Life (this being the hit TV drama on which Claire Danes got her start, if you’ll recall): Jared Leto (a.k.a., Jordan Catalano!) is in Minneapolis tonight to play First Avenue with his band, 30 Seconds To Mars. The occasion should be of interest to each and every woman who blossomed, during the mid-90s, out of an artsy, emotionally tormented teen. You and me, we’ve spent the better part of our adult lives in unsuccessful relationships with the likes of Jordan Catalano, or else we’ve been vying for the attention for these characters–you know, the sort of guys who are hunky but not-so-smart, case in point: they are apathetic to our charms. I persist to be excited about this, even though some recent shots of Leto indicate that he is either deeply entrenched in playing a fatty or else–eek!–has let himself go. If my ten-year reunion was any indication, this is the poetic justice that dogs all high school hotties. wha-Ha!

And to the music-heads who might accuse me of being shallow here: a thirty-second visit to the 30 Seconds website indicates that this will be typical of the cerebral emo genre. Try-if-you-like Elliot Smith and Jeff Buckley, I guess.