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Got the Bike Ready for The Century!!
We have a little joke around here. When my sister comes to visit, we hide the home-wrecker. I love JD, but stick to vodka if I plan to get my groove on. Everything else gives me a hangover.— April 20, 2010 12:12 p.m.
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Jane Monheit is a wonderful singer. Wow. That hair! Okay, I take back my glamour comment. Apparently you can be both glamorous and talented. Yes, we owe the residents of Dysfunction Junction a huge debt of gratitude for bringing us the good stuff. One of the reasons I left my job was because a lot of the people I dealt with were in sales. I got sick of the fake, plastic, pasted on smiles that were hiding some seriously ugly people. I hate manufactured cheerfulness and cultivated happiness. I like damaged people.— April 20, 2010 12:07 p.m.
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Van Gogh cut off his own ear, for cripe's sake!! Many poets and writers commit suicide and musicians seem to have a penchant for drugs. I'd love to read that book. Maybe they need to quiet their brains down. Too much going on. I think I get the difference re songstresses. The new ones sound too commercial. The difference is maybe that the greats of yesteryear sounded and were real....?— April 20, 2010 11 a.m.
Zandra Rhodes: A Master
Be bold, Emma!! Find out who her publicist is, and approach him/her and say you want to interview her for your blog. Have a list of sample questions, and be sure if you e-mail to include a link to your blog. I think you will be suprised - most people in the fashion world would think it was really cool that you are so well-versed in their world at such a young age.— April 20, 2010 10:29 a.m.
it's all about the game, and how you play it...
Uh, oh. The desert. Nothing good ever happens at night in the desert.— April 20, 2010 10:09 a.m.
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Agreed. They try to pretty it up too much, with the hair and glamour. Jazz greats seem to need an unpretty past, drugs and abusive exes and alcohol, to legitimize the music. Not that I wish that on anyone, but there seems to be a connection to great talent and disfunction.— April 20, 2010 9 a.m.
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Nothin' better than bitter, Rollo. I have no room to talk. Bitterness is fuel. Keeps things interesting.— April 20, 2010 8:15 a.m.
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Yes, SD, exactly!! At the risk of sounding like a star f***er, she turns vowels around and then sort of chirps them out, and it really is kind of refreshing, after all the Mariah Carey theatrics of the most recent crop of female vocalists.— April 20, 2010 7:56 a.m.
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Gone. The bastard. Keep repeating, second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, I deserve better.— April 19, 2010 8:37 p.m.
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Rollo, bitter much?— April 19, 2010 8:29 p.m.