Blogtations

I love that Prince needs a hip replacement. Does that mean he is old? Possibly too old for someone my age to lust after in such an impure way? No. Oh, no. What that means is that it will be easier for me to catch his sexy ass.

~Miss Britt

I listened to Pavarotti sing Nessun Dorma while driving to work today. I played it ear-shatteringly loud. In fact, commuters traveling three cars behind me could probably hear Pavarotti's undulating voice building to a momentous crest before breaking across the highway in velvet waves. I let those words gather on the skin. I let them sink into my bones. They filled me. I was the love Pavarotti sang about. I exalted. It took every shred of self-control I had to not skid across the highway, crash into a ditch, turn on my computer, and start typing a sonnet...

~Ordinary Art

I am unusually tired and hot flashy lately and keep having to remind myself that I am most certainly old enough to be experiencing The Perimenopause. I went to a Barry Manilow concert and liked it; one would think that would tip me off.

~Plain-Jane

What I have been wondering for many years is, why do Men of Rock always have such skinny legs?...Do blokes hit the age of 16 or so and look in the mirror, Right. I've got no arse and tiny legs, I'd better join a band!

~What's New, Pussycat?

I am of Irish descent, and being of Irish descent with a rock and roll lineage, I am contractually obligated to like Thin Lizzy.

~Whiskey in My Sippy Cup

I stopped reading music magazines in 2001 when I couldn't take one more critic using the phrase "pop sensibilities."

~Dooce