During a recent conversation on writing and music I was asked if I had ever heard of K-Pop. My answer was “no” although I was tempted to say “of course” me being a music junky and all. I’ve been told I don’t get out enough so I’m working on that. In the meantime…
I’d been longing to see the Academy Award winning documentary film “20 Feet from Stardom” since it first came out in 2013, but it was only recently that I actually had the chance.
Lord Farlsworth, that magnificent cougar-faced beast, has been waking me up at ever earlier hours (4:15 a.m. today … a new record!) with yowls that pierce through a sleep-sodden brain. If ignored, Lord F pounces on little Jay, my delicate flower of a girl cat. Since he outweighs her by 10 
pounds, and she can’t stand him, a classic cat fight, complete with Siamese screams, ensues, and I’m getting up, damnit, like it or not.
But the crazy thing about the Jay/Lord F battles is that, once physically separated, the tiny Jay will then search the house to find him. It’s a classic “good girl” love/hate relationship with a “bad boy.”
I was saddened by the death of Annette Funicello back in March. Unlike most of the male members of my age, I did NOT have a crush on Annette. That honour usually fell to toothy grinned Mousekateer Cheryl Holdridge (who in 1964, became a real-life Countess when she married Woolworth heir Lance Reventlow – his father was a Danish nobleman). Sometimes friendly Darlene Gillespie became my Mousekateer crush of the day or week, depending on my mood and my hormones. Turns out, Darlene was born in Montreal and her parents were originally from Saskatchewan, but I didn’t know any of that watching our little black and white TV set then.
It’s that time of year again; let the debates begin as the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame ready their class of 2013. There is no pleasing everyone and the HOF is no different. Now even calling it the “Rock And Roll” Hall of Fame is a bit of a stretch. My definition of rock is pretty narrow and would not include 90% of hip-hop, 99% of disco (I will give a pass to “I Was Made For Loving You” by Kiss), very little funk and almost no folk. Their definition seems to be constantly fluid and I can only agree or disagree with their choices by means of my own internal rock’n’roll barometer.
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