“…that the secret to survivin’ is knowin’ what to throw away and knowin’ what to keep ’cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep..” Okay, could there BE a more perfect lyric for One Organized Girl?  “…the secret to.. read more →

“…and then you say hello and I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so.  And anyone could tell, you think you know me well but you don’t know me…” There’s a little somethin’ for ya’ from good ole 1955. (When I typed that I totally had a flashback to that scene in Back to.. read more →

“…of being admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and dropped from my label.  Let’s stop with the fables.  I’m not gonna be able to top what “My Name is… ” and be pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation that got me rotation on rock’n’roll stations.  And I just do not got the patience to deal with.. read more →

“…livin’ in a lonely world.  She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere.  Just a city boy born and raised in south Detroit.  He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere.  A singer in a smoky room.  A smell of wine and cheap perfume.  For a smile they can share the night.  It goes on and on and.. read more →

“… take your foot off the brakes.  You don’t need to stop and reminisce your heartbreak.  What you really need to do is get some glue and put it back together.  There’s a change in the forecast.  The weather’s gon’ get better…” I love this lyric.  Seriously.  Something about the imagery. It’s so simple!  We’ve.. read more →

“…I’m a man on a mission.  I’m a bomb with a short-ass fuse.  I got a hundred dollar bill and when I’m dressed to kill, wear my blue suede shoes.  And my mama said the day Elvis died she prayed that his soul would stay alive.  And I believe prayers come true.  Holla back, baby,.. read more →

“…feelings change.  It’s been so long since I found you yet it seems like yesterday.  Seasons change. People change.  I’ll sacrifice tomorrow just to have you here today…” There’s a little 1987 for ya’ today. You’re welcome! Holy cow.  1987. I can tell you that when I was listening to that song on K92 out of Lynchburg,.. read more →

“…going jing-a-lang-a-ling.  Want to call you on the telephone, baby – I give you a ring but each time we talk I get the same old thing:  always, “No huggy, no kissy, until I get a wedding ring”.  My honey, my baby, don’t put my love upon no shelf.  She said, “Don’t hand me no.. read more →

“…just wastin’ time.  Drinkin’, smokin’, thinkin’, tryin’ to free my mind…” Now don’t go jumping to conclusions about me based on that song lyric up there.  I’m neither drinking (Okay, that’s a lie.  I’m currently sucking down a GINORMOUS McDonald’s Coke.) nor smoking but I have been doin’ some thinkin’ and tryin’ to free my.. read more →

September 11, 2001. I was a 24 year old sixth grade teacher and it was an amazingly gorgeous day. I found out the World Trade Center had been attacked at the start of my planning period and the only thing that kept going through my mind was “I want my mom”. Twelve years later I.. read more →