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I love rock ‘n roll, and one of the most irritating things I heard in the tabloid rags this year was then Carmen Electra and Dave Navarro are both going Bi-sexual/gay in their post-divorce state. Homosexuality itself of course, does not perturb me in the slightest. What rendered me agape was that Carmen is reportedly dating Joan Jett.
What!? She’s not worthy!!
Joan Jett is the absolute coolest Rock Lady of all time. She is talented, a fantastic live performer (saw her in SF on my 18th b-day), and volunteers to entertain US military overseas (with zero fanfare and camera-mongering when she goes…unlike our "president".)
Sheesh.
Ah well, I once read one of the wisest quotes ever, something to the effect of:
"in books, as in love, one can never comprehend the choices of others." Indeed.
As for the sad, sickly state of music these days, I’d encourage you real rock lovers to visit Your Horrible Smile
and
I don’t just love these CD’s because that long-haired greek guitarist is an old-time friend, it’s because they are actually really damn good. If a band sounds fantastic in a barebones, small gig, then you know they’re good & not lip-synched, dubbed, airbrushed etc.
I mean come on now, are we ever, ever gonna see something like "J.Lo - unplugged" ? Uh, I think not or her agent would be fired! Even with all the technical bells & whistles, her voice is wafer-thin. Lovely woman, but a singer? Pu-leeze.
YHS They save me from enduring what I perceive as the overly repetitive, incredibly whiny, grossly simplistic state of popular music as we know it. The Grammys this year pretty much depressed me. One should take note that there are is a universe of difference between an actual musical artist and a "performer". The distinction is massive. Those of us who have ever sweated and strained under the tutelage of a real ass-grinding, old-school discplinarian music/dance/voice instructor know that difference in a visceral manner.
Of course one beef I had with YHS was the infant-sized tees they made for women. I was given one pale pink table napkin with strings on it - that I realized was a halter top! At an SF show I bought a hot pink "I Love (heart) Your Horrible Smile" tank, which turned out to be so tight people have to walk around me 180 degrees to read all the writing….Hmmm. GreekGuitarGod sort of chuckled off the complaint and made a comment about successful marketing.
One might give the benefit of the doubt…my Beloved welcomed me home at the aiport a few weeks ago with the cutest plushy Hello Kitty Easter basket, stuffed with 2 sparkly little tees in lieu of flowers. I thought they looked awfully small, and upon checking the tags we find that they are size Medium…for girls.
As in, little girls. Age 7-8 years old.
So, should I be flattered that he actually suffers the delusion that I am super, super skinny/tiny; or should I be offended that I appear that pre-pubescent!? I won’t make fun of P or YHS that much for the teeny tops since I can admit I do actually shop in the children’s section sometimes, (small folks’ like me get ripped off buying adult clothes, How come a lady size 14 or 3x pays the same price for an outfit that I do!?) but when I do, I’m a girls’ XL , about age 14-16.
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