Saturday, February 14, 2015
When I was a boy my gray-haired Mema would walk down the block to our home carrying a basket of fresh baked goodies covered over with a gingham cloth, wearing a modest blue dress and pearls. Today's grandmothers are more likely to be found in those embarassing photos taken of real people at Wal-mart, gelatinous asses hanging over motor scooters with a basket full of Cheetos and Capri Sun juice boxes. Or the emaciated harridan arriving home from the gym after a rendevous with her best friend's husband.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Nice try... performers going back to Linda McCartney in the 1970s have been embarrassed by someone sharing their isolated vocal feed. Madonna rightfully knows this will bring her added attention but it doesn't make it authentic... shame on the train jumpers who blindly accept what's obviously a promotional stunt.
One day Madonna will do a Christian album of her catalog and substitute the word 'God' for 'love'...