What Grinds My Gears: Don’t Tell Me What Not To Say

Warning: strong language (if you can't handle that sort of thing) "Freedom of speech is as good as sex," said Madonna one day a long time ago when I was too young to know what she was talking about. But, it turns out, she's right. Today's post was going to be a list of reasons…

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…