Good Music, Bad Choices: A Pandemic in Plymouth

Warning: Personal opinions and strong language. When we got to Plymouth, it took no time at all for my Dad and his brother to plan evenings out for two musical events. A great idea, except that we're in the middle of a pandemic, and no one in Plymouth is wearing a mask. Just about no…

Saved By The Oldies: Why I Hate Grunge

Hi there folks. Here's a story from my first week in Plymouth. My Mom, Aunt and I were looking for somewhere to stop for lunch before shopping on Main Street. I picked a bar and grill (which shall remain nameless). At first glance, it looked like a perfectly nice place to have lunch. But let's…

To Top It Off, Stupid Too

Hey there folks, well it's time for another story about how stupid I am. I always like to think that I'm on the smarter side, at least compared to most humans, but I guess I'm lying to myself, because I'm just a dumb brunette, and not even a pretty one. But like I always say,…

What Grinds My Gears: Oversensitive Fans

Warning: Language First of all I don't like the word "fan". I'm nobody's "fan". It's a stupid concept. Being part of a Fandom is something for youngsters who need to express themselves by obsessing over someone or something. I outgrew that years ago! I'm not into worshiping other human beings. I'm more into believing that…

How I Danced to La Bamba On Stage Every Night (when I can’t dance)

If you know anything about me and my blog, you know that I love 1950's music. It all started when I was around 12 and rented "La Bamba" from Blockbuster. Years later, I grew to love the Rock N Roll adaptation of the popular Mexican Folk song even more when I began researching 1950's hits…

My Rock N Roll Fantasies

Here's a compilation of memories which reveal how much I've always loved music. When I look back, it surprises me how much into music I was, since I have no musical talent to speak of. The first thing I remember is having an imaginary friend named Baby Bear. Baby Bear was supposed to be from…

Snow White’s Bad Day

Here’s another short story from the archives of my mind. Although I grew up in California, I have plenty of memories of playing with my cousins back in the suburbs of Boston. This story makes me ponder (more than usual, that is) the differences between growing up in the 1950’s and growing up in the…