Part I The Tea Ladies are a trio of women I meet up with every few months at the Tea Source in EP to talk about books and TV shows and politics. I don’t like…
Posts tagged Rock and Roll
Ranking All the Female Rockstar Memoirs I’ve Read Thus Far
When I was a kid, I read a lot of memoirs by actresses (or the daughters of actresses) from the forties and fifties, Hollywood’s golden era or some such bullshit. I don’t know. What I…
Pre-Dawn Stream-of-Consciousness Ramblings, Mostly About Rock & Roll
As I type this sentence it is 5:55 a.m. I’ve been awake for 55 minutes, out of bed for 25 of those. In an odd bit of coincidence or perhaps it was foreshadowing, Mr. Coffee…
The Rise & Fall of The Runaways
If I were a better eBook reader, I’d have probably finished Cherie Currie’s memoir Neon Angel and found a lot of the information in Queens of Noise:The Real Story of the Runaways by Evelyn McDonnell…
What a Mess on the Ladder of Success: The Replacements’ Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Nomination
So The Replacements were nominated for the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame earlier this week along with the likes of a little band called Nirvana, KISS, my latest reading subject, Linda Ronstadat (the only…
With My Whole Entire Heart
If you are smart enough not to follow me on Twitter you really have no idea how annoying I was while listening to the audio version of Heart’s memoir Kicking & Dreaming: A Story of…
Literary Puffcorn
When I babysat my nephews, The Tibbles, a few weeks ago we were at the grocery store gathering supplies for our “make your own sandwiches” lunch. Make your own sandwiches is their favorite lunch, right…
Who are you?
After listening to all seventeen hours and fifty-six minutes of Pete Townshend’s autobiography I felt as though I deserved some kind of merit badge. Or a cookie. A reward was definitely in order because, man,…
She saw him standing there
In the epic battle of The Beatles vs. The Stones, I come down firmly in The Stones camp. That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t also love The Beatles. In fact, I’d say The Beatles…
If this were 1986 Wild Flag would be Glass Tiger, because that’s how much I love them
Guess what? I’m not dead inside. For a long time I suspected that I might be. See, rock & roll had lost it’s allure. It had been so long since I’d really fallen in love…