Da Goddess

Just two:

B.B. King.

“With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down”

Godzilla!

Oh yeah, baby!

Blue Öyster Cult.

Fremont Street.

FREE!

And I got photos.

And memories.

What a great night!

And the cowbell? Perfection.

No Fozzie Bear. Just Sugar Ray. And even though they don’t actually say “wocka wocka” in the video, that’s what it always sounds like in my head.

I don’t know why either. Some things are a mystery to me, too.

One thing that’s not a mystery to me is how I went from Sugar Ray to Violent Femmes in one swell foop (as my mom used to say). It was just their time on my playlist and I love love love this song!

…because I was doing the Hustle earlier tonight (okay, okay…last night).

Seriously. I was.

MOBD and I returned from scouting the winery and walked in on “Rock the Boat” by Hues Corporation. My feet got away from me and that was all she wrote.

Except it wasn’t. I remembered how to do the Hustle. Muscle memory, baby. Of course, two and a half hours later, they actually played “The Hustle” by Van McCoy and the Soul City Symphony. I did not, however, dance when it came on. I was dead dog tired by that point. The only thing I could do was write about it.

And that, for real this time, is all she wrote.

“Now is the time on Sprockets vhen ve dance!”

Had to do it. (Be glad it wasn’t the DeFranco Family with “Heartbeat, It’s a Lovebeat”, cuz I almost went there!)

Bonus (or not, figured I was suffering anyway and you should too):

My friends and I went into a studio for a shoot this week. Here are some quick edits from the project. Some of the images are darker on purpose. We wanted to give a little edge to the guitarist and he, in return, gave us so much to work with! He went from sweet to intense in the blink of an eye. Man, this was a good day. We’re going back in to work on more. Different concept, same awesome model.

Had to dig deep in the ol’ databank for these. If anyone else remembers them, I’ll be very surprised. We won’t even discuss the miles of satin on the man.

Now, listen carefully: I don’t like Shania Twain. Or rather, I hated what she became. That super polished and fashion-y poser. The songs below? A look at how good she once was. The second video is one of my early favorites from CMT.

I understand the desire to capitalize on whatever gifts one has been given, but to bank so heavily on looks rather than substance, well, it rubs me the wrong way. Especially because Shania possesses a great deal of talent. Yes, she reached a whole new level of fame and was able to make great money, however there were many people who turned away because they couldn’t just enjoy the music without having all that Twain-ness constantly rubbed in their faces. I was one of those people. Sure, there were a couple songs here and there that I could listen to and separate from her, mostly after I stopped watching any sort of music TV or country awards shows.

Instead of dwelling on the negative, I’ve decided to embrace what I liked most about Shania Twain in the first place.

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I ♥ Faces Week 29 entry – obviously Curtis has a lot going on above him. New lights at the Las Vegas Country Saloon made the stage area look like a much larger concert venue and make him look ever the more rock star that he truly is.

I know Gene usually does a Friday dance party and Leslie usually jumps on the bus (oh snap! Did you just see what I did there?), but Little Dude and I decided to start our Saturday with a dance-off because we’re just that weird. Shocking, I know.

We did NOTHING yesterday and it was wonderful. Okay, I did dishes since the handle/lock on the dishwasher decided not to work, and I made food, but that was pretty much it. And we listened to a lot of music. There was that. But now we’re adequately rested and it’s time for música y baile! Usually when we get to this point, we default to Zucchero. Why should today be any different?

Happy Saturday, everyone!

How about some Shelby Lynne?

Continuing with the ladies.

Bonus cut:

Lovin’ the festival here in Portland. It rained off and on yesterday, but that did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the performers or the crowd. I’ve never seen a crowd that large at a festival. At one point, you’d be hard pressed to get a piece of paper between anyone. Music was fantastic and will be fantastic today. Photo ops galore!

Got in lots of trouble, which was fantastic. I don’t text, but I texted my ass off. Only way to keep up with anyone. Old friends. Brand new friends. And oh, the brand new friends. Don’t even get me started!

Okay, one quickie…met a man with Down Syndrome who is an incredible painter, and he dances, sings, does motivational speaking…in short, he’s amazing. I’ll be talking more with him today.
Now off to do it all again.

Time to let hit up the ladies for some song. We’ll start with one of my favorites.

I have so many stories to go with Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac. If I start, I’ll never stop, so we’ll just go with the music today.