So I was thinking of posting this here yesterday, which is when I was supposed to post for Media Monday. *sigh* Unfortunately, 2 things went wrong. One, a completely predictable medical condition that occurs in females of a certain age was unpredictably and painfully early. (That’s actually good news, it won’t interfere with our day trip later this week. YAY!) The second is that my hubby is home on vacation. As much as I adore my husband, I know I never GET ANYTHING WRITTEN when he is home. If I’m concentrating, he thinks something is wrong and will consistently ask me what’s wrong, profess his love, or come over and kiss me.
All of which are adorable, of course, and appreciated, but throw me off whatever it was I was going to write.
He’s outside now, working on the lawn and such…and bonding with Pops. So I have thisone chance to get some blogging done! YAY!
This is in some ways both the worst and the best of the 80s. Mostly depending on which side of the fence you stand on. They were synthetic, they were plastic, they were heavily made up (yes, even the men). BUT the words they sang were brilliant. Pop music, still, but not mindless drivel and romantic melodies.
Having started the FB group, and even before that, this is a subject I’ve been thinking about a lot. Both in the mundane, and the magickal, just what are words worth, anyway?
And as a side note, as much as Madonna likes to go on and on about how if SHE had never made it, Lady Gaga never would have…I call BS. Because THIS lady should get far more props. Or Nina Hagen…
Which has nothing to do with this. I just love Nina Hagen.