November 11, 2008 Earworm

Due to my recent relapse with Facebook, I find myself communicating with people I've not spoken with since the last dance at the Senior Prom. It's been fun to discover who I have absolutely nothing in common with now that the books are closed and surprising to find those with whom I had nothing in common aside from mutual friends who shared actually shared the same passions that we never got around to discussing.

The status of a friend of friend recently read that she was attending the Vocal Group Hall of Fame event. Surprised to find a potential kindred spirit and green with envy, I commented on her status, she commented back, and an instant message dialogue proved necessary. She was as surprised by my interest in the event as I had been with hers and a casual remark about being the step-daughter of one of The Angels briefly stopped my heart. I asked, "Is your step-mother Peggy?", and, after a brief moment, she replied, "Yup!".

I promptly became a slobbering fan, blabbering on about how much I love "Give Her Up (Baby)" and "Beggin'" and, when she had the chance, she replied, "Wow, you really know your stuff. Do you want some autographs from the event?" Needless to say, my answer was yes.

Since then, I've been constantly playing The Angels' follow up to "My Boyfriend's Back", the criminally overlooked "I Adore Him". How the country could resist this cheer leading for the dysfunctional relationship is beyond me, I can barely get through the thing with searching for a set of pom-poms. Peggy sounds as young as spring and maybe as horny. As always, there's something in that girl's delivery that suggests more than she says, that the love she gets when she's alone with him may be more than the hand holding variety that parents hoped for their daughters, and that it is flat out awesome.

Why else would she put up with this jerk?

June 06, 2008 Earworm

As you prepare to start the weekend, please keep in mind that when you come across a body in the road, you should, at the very least, call 911. Should you want to do something nice for the world around us, you should also send emails to the two top political bags - douche and scum - and tell them to stop holding up the Ship Strike Reduction Act of 2008 and that you just might be willing to spend a few cents more on your imported gadgets and things if it saves only one of the three hundred remaining white whales from being a statistic in the nautical hit and run game. I mean, really, it's the least Cheney and Bush can do. Well, that and to let the door him them on the way out.

And then you can put down your granola and hug a tree.

I'd recommend Jessica James and The Outlaws' 1966 flop, "Give Her Up (Baby)", as a great driving song but no one can afford to drive anymore. Instead, I offer it up as a great motivator for dancing in the living room, getting those chores done, or singing into a hair brush while practicing your Dusty Springfield's Drag 101 Hand Gestures.

Jessica, of course, was really Peggy Santiglia and Peggy Santiglia was once a member of The Angels. As Peggy Farina, she and Bob Gaudio wrote one of the best (and under appreciated )4 Seasons songs (that will have to wait for another day) and the world is a much nicer place having had Peggy in it. Sultry and sassy, she sounds like a angel who has lost her halo on "Give Her Up (Baby)", on the verge of exposing valuable assets to keep her Baby.

To recap:
1)Call for help when encountering a body in the road
2)Emails to thing one and thing two to save a whale
3)Groove along to "Give Her Up (Baby)
4)Granola and tree hugging (optional)