So Joan Jett & The Runaways have been replaced by Pat Benatar. As you may or may not remember I had been slowly chugging away at Queens of Noise: The Real Story of the Runaways. I finally finished it and since I’m still on a break from fiction. . . Oh, did I tell you I’m taking a break from fiction? Well, it’s a quasi-break. It’s more a break from reading fiction with my eyes. I’m still listening to fiction…
I’m not really a dollar short, though it feels like it because I had to pay my mortgage today and that always hurts. Oh, how I miss the days when my rent seemed ridiculously expensive at $535 a month. This has nothing to do with yesterday and how boring I was. Yesterday I was do deliciously boring and without thought or action that I couldn’t even bring myself to type things at all, on the Internet or otherwise. Between Football…
Last night before bed as I was reading Queens of Noise: The Real Story of the Runaways, I learned that there was a thing on TV called the “Rock and Roll Sports Classic.” On this show rock and rollers competed in various sporting events: 100-meter dash, a biking thing, swimming, tug-of-war, etc. This was in The Runaways book, because The Runaways competed along with oh, Michael Jackson (and the rest of the Jacksons), Kenny Loggins, the dudes from Boston, Marilyn…
Today is National Punctuation Day! If there’s anything I love more than the serial comma, it’s got to be a Rock & Roll list. So here, I present songs that include punctuation in the lyrics (or at least the songs I could think of off the top of my head. I am sure I’m missing a ton). Everyday I Write the Book, Elvis Costello: “All your compliments and cutting remarks are captured here in my quotation marks.” City of Motors,…
11:01 a.m. I’m having a hard time getting into any sort of groove. So far I’m blaming this on my post-vacation semi-cold. It’s not like a real hacking cough kind of cold, but an achy-throated, brain leaking out your nose kind of cold annoyance thing. Also, I’m pretty sure since I arrived home from Chicago I’ve spent more time sleeping than awake. Today I managed to wake up at the crack of 9:39. Yesterday it was 8:30 a.m. and that’s…
I cannot deny that my Joan Jett experience was marred by the fuckers around me. First of all, she played on a stage that was penned in on both sides. On one side we had the beer tents lined with people waiting for beer and not about to budge, and a fence on the other side. This meant that a very large amount of people were all jockeying for position in a narrow space. Generally, I’m not the person that…
