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March 22, 2006
TRL. I Feel Dirty.
Be my little Rock n’ Roll Queen. These are the words that have wooed my being for the last 24 hours. While cleaning the dishes, walking to work, coming home and going to prayer meeting, and three times before I went to bed the words that I longed to hear were
You are the sun,
You are the only one,
My heart is blue,
My heart is blue for you
Be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
be my, be my, be my little rock & roll queen
Now that I went to a prayer meeting while listening to this song puts me out of the running for Rock n'Roll Royalty. Maybe if I start dressing like Blondie (who made it in the hall of fame this last week) then I could be like a rock n' roll cousin. My anything goes attitude and self-centered conversations have got to help me out in some way though. Maybe I am already a rock cousin and the forced Blondie attire would push me down on the family tree?
http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/subways/
http://www.blondie.net/index.shtml
blah blah | By razorback | 05:02 PM
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Um..Blondie isn't technically rock n roll in the narrow sense, since they came some twenties years later and the band's style is more diverse. I guess, though Rock n Roll can also be used as a broad term sort of like using Classical music to refer to every tune those dead white European men ever wrote when technically the term means Mozart.
But that is a semi-uninformed opinion...
Posted by: Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley, Little Richard, et al at March 22, 2006 05:28 PM
Oh Sarah, you've gotten so witty since graduating from Covenant. I remember you when you were a shy Balcony girl. Life changes us, doesn't it? ;)
Posted by: Evan Donovan at March 22, 2006 07:23 PM
Aw..sniff. Thanks.
I was coming out of depression when first we met. And hated boys. Not the best time to show off my razor sharp mind...
I remember when you were rearranging the magnetic poetry on our Balcony refrigerator with one Alex Neff and I thought "These First Belz frosh are freakishly avant-garde and weird."
In some cases, time doesn't prove otherwise.
But we learn to appreciate what's there.
Posted by: funke at March 23, 2006 07:31 AM