KSWI Guest Blogger Wednesday: Dawgz Edition

June 16, 2010

Une note du rédacteur en chef: Thank you to Dawgz aka Kyle aka the Bulgarian Badger aka Domino aka il Falco Veloce aka Jersey’s Own aka the Orator from Tom’s River aka the Bumblebee for today’s post. If you too want to guest post for KSWI, please do not be shy about it. Send an email to jordankswi@gmail.com . We can talk it over. I am fully willing to coerce you in whichever way possible to write a guest post. Flattering usually happens. If you require “sexting” I can be made available for that. I have a good deal of free time. Anyway, enjoy today’s post from Dawgz aka the Idealistic Impala aka Hydra aka Dr. Tokyo aka …

I don’t want to be, but I am:

Reflections on getting old with rock and roll.

Hello followers of Kristen Stewart Wants It.   It is with great pleasure that I have been asked to guest blog today.  I must first admit to you all that I know little of your collective heroine, Kristen Stewart, outside of the fact that she is in a ton of movies and she seems to have an unquenchable desire to want, as evidenced by every photograph ever taken of her.  Outside of these self-evident platitudes, I can offer little else, so with my limitations in mind, I have decided to regale you with theories about the greatest  inheritance left to us by the baby boomers, and it is not George W. Bush or The Big Chill, it is simply rock and roll.  More specifically, I am going to discuss how my taste in the medium of musical rebellion has changed as I have begun to gray.

I have learned that it takes time to realize you are changing.  It doesn’t happen immediately.  You don’t wake up one day and say to yourself that “Today is the day I am going to start eating swiss cheese.  I have always hated it up until this point, but today, yes today, is going to be the day I start to enjoy swiss cheese.  Move over muenster, swiss is taking over this sandwich!”


Life tends to have a way of changing you through less drastic means.  It usually happens when you are not looking.  The change advances stealthily,  in those countless lost moments when you are neither focused or vigilant against the onslaught of time.

Maybe it’s part of evolution.  As you age your tastes gradually mature, opening you up to  more diverse thoughts and influences that you were once deaf to because you didn’t yet have the ability to comprehend.   Only over time can you start to gain a well rounded perspective and see the value of things you once dismissed.   And simultaneously as this wealth of experience expands, people tend to start to realize who they really are.  You embrace yourself, lose of some of that adolescent insecurity, and continue to grow more comfortable in embracing your own individuality.

This phenomenon manifests itself through a lot of subtle ways.  One may engage in new habits or hobbies, liking developing a subtle understanding of wines, or a new found appreciation for foreign language movies.

As I stumble toward 30, I have undergone an evolution in my musical tastes.
I now appreciate a lot of musical acts that I could not have when I was full of ignorant youth and misunderstood opinions of art.  Although I have come to love all types of music from reggae to jazz, two artists that I once dismissed as lightweights or “pop musicians” have, gradually and unexpectedly, become standouts on the soundtrack of my life.

Some context might be in order.  You see, fair readers, I grew up with rock and roll. There was no other option.  One of my formative memories was attending The Who’s 25th Anniversary Tour at Giant Stadium, The Meadowlands, Jersey with my dad at the tender age of 6.  My family roots stem from Asbury Park, NJ the same place that spawned American rock music’s poet laureate, Bruce Springsteen.  I have seen The Boss play several times in venues that seat less than 1,000 people.  Some of the earliest songs I knew how to sing were “Light my Fire” and “Sympathy for the Devil.”  Punk and grunge played a critical roll in the development of my ethics and identity.  In college, I spent hours listening to The Pixies, Radiohead and The Clash.   I like to read a lot books about rock music and then quote bands, usually about their artistic integrity or their disregard for convenience of convention.  I have always been arrogant about my rock and roll taste and, depending on the company, I have been known to eloquently speak of David Bowie and The Allman Brothers, Dire Straits or Lou Reed.  All of this is an elaborate way of saying that I love rock music, I consider myself a casual authority on the subject and I feel that my taste in tunes is beyond reproach.

Which brings us to the two artists that I have unexpectedly become enamored with. So what group and songwriter did I once disdain, but now have come to love?   Well, as I have continued expand my taste, overtime, I have had to realize that, when I really being honest with myself, I was rapidly becoming … maybe the only “straight male born after 1980” who is diehard fan of the music of Fleetwood Mac and Carole King.   What?  How could a man who claims to love rock and roll possibly fall for the pathetic pop trappings of The Mac and Ms. King?  Lets just say that I have had “the Earth move under my feet” and now I understand that “players only love you when their playing.”

Fleetwood Mac – “I have no fear, I have only love.”


My journey to full blown Fleetwood Mac fan, like most things worth any value, took time.  I was always aware of the pop music super group.  Their songs were omnipresent, but I never really stopped and listened.  It was background music from a bygone era, a moment of pop bliss that I could never truly understand.

This opinion began to change while I worked in an office, during college, with a bunch of middle-aged women who refused to allow me to touch the sole radio we had in our dreary place of business.    These ladies, who could care less about what was being played over the airwaves as long as it was inoffensive and constant, kept the radio tuned to one of those awful local stations that promoted themselves with catchy slogans like, “Easy listening 101.7, we play the best of the ’70’s, 80’s, 90’s and today!”

As I was forced to endure the endless hours of Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston and Journey, I noticed myself eagerly hoping that a Fleetwood Mac song would be played next.  At least they had guitars and their songs were better than the rest of the stations stagnant playlist, I reasoned to myself.  These would be the seeds from which my Mac love affair would spring eternal.

About a year or two later I was celebrating my birthday when one of my best friends, and a musician, gave me a copy of “Rumors” as a present.  For the next week, as we drank beers and partied, “Rumors” was a constant.  Its hooks were undeniable, the song-writing was so crisp, and the emotions were so real.  I became a fan, but more than just a passive fan, I became an Fleetwood Mac fanatic.

“Rumors” was released in 1977 and it is a nearly perfect album.  The songs are fraught with real human emotion because they were created during a time of extreme stress, both professionally and personally, for the band’s members.  During the recording of “Rumors,” Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks’ multi-year long love affair was ending,  Christine McVie and Peter Green’s marriage was falling apart and Mic Fleetwood was wading further into the wilderness of addiction.  Instead of trying to gloss over the series of cascading crises besieging the band they embraced it and channelled them into some of the more dynamic pop songs ever recorded.   It was a moment when they decided to be brave and honest when many others would have succumbed to mediocrity.


As one listens to more and more of the band certain characteristics begin to stand out.  They had three amazing song-writers, each with their own unique style.  Lindsay Buckingham’s elegant guitar playing always seemed to advance the larger narrative of the song, a true feat because he played in an era when being the lead guitar often meant excessive soloing.  Christine McVie is probably the best complimentary song-writer any band has ever had.  And although Stevie Nicks’ career devolved into caricature, she is simultaneously, the Gypsy, the Gold Dust Woman, Rhiannon, and Sara, without even mentioning her narration of Landslide which deserves its own post.  (Also, Ms. Nicks and Ms. McVie are both in the consideration for the long-rumored, “Women you would bang over 60” list, which of course doesn’t hurt).

Today Fleetwood Mac’s legacy, battling male-female vocals that serve to create palpable tension, can been heard in a variety of contemporary rock bands- like The New Pornographers, The Arcade Fire, or Broken Social Scene.  All these bands are ultimately trying to write something that can stand-up to “The Chain” no matter how much distortion they create through their guitars.  Just listen to Broken Social Scene’s “Chase Scene” and one can just imagine Lindsay and Stevie trading lyrics and suppressing their mutual feelings of love and mistrust.

Of course, I understand why typical rock and roll aficionados don’t give Fleetwood Mac the time of day.  Hell if I lived through the height of their fame I would have probably grown sick of them as well.  Lindsay with his sloppy afro and Stevie with her faux-magic act would have annoyed my sensibilities to no end.  But fortunately, I don’t have any of that baggage, I just have the songs and the songs stand on their own merit.

Suggested Fleetwood Mac Playlist from The Dawgz:

The Chain
Second Hand News
Little Lies
Don’t Stop (thinking about tomorrow)
Go Your Own Way
Think About Me

The other artist that I have come to love over time is a little more difficult to explain.  At least Fleetwood Mac is a band.  At least Buckingham is an elegant guitar player along the same lines of Mark Knopfler.  At least Stevie Nicks wrote “Landslide” and Christine McVie is good looking. But this next artist is none of those things, yet she is so much more.  The artist I am speaking about is the one, the only, Ms. Carole King of New York City, NY.

Carole King – “Why doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?”


When you collect records you end of acquiring a lot of music that you would never consider buying.  People will just give you boxes of records that they no longer have use for and it is up to you to wade through the LP’s and see if there is anything you might like but might have never considered.

So when my dad told me to take all his records I was excited because I knew he had a ton of Neil Young, The Rolling Stones, and The Who, but I was also excited because he had a lot of other albums that I had never really listened to before.  After spending hours listening to the musical failings of The J. Geils Band and Mott the Hoople, I came upon an album called “Fantasy.”  Throwing it the record player I was immediately absorbed into “Why are we at war with each other?”  Checking the record I realized that the beautifully melodious voice coming through my speakers was Carole King.  From that moment on I was hooked.  I was fan of King, even if it meant that some of my friends would consider such a proclamation as, well how can I say this …  a bit homosexual.

Ms. King, now 68, began writing and producing music at the ridiculously young age of 17.  Before her first album was released she had spent a decade writing music for other artists.  The following songs are just some of her more notable works from this era:

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Some Kind of Wonderful
The Loco-Motion
One Fine Day
(you make me fell like) A Natural Woman


A pretty damn impressive resume. But by 1969 Carole King’s first marriage to her musical partner, Gerry Goffin, was ending, (she would eventually leave him for Charles Larkey) and writing songs for other people was no longer proving to be fulfilling.  So King stepped out and recorded her first album, “Writer,” which promptly failed miserably.

Undaunted Carole King released “Tapestry” in 1971.  It would go onto be the #1 selling solo-record until a little thing called “Thriller” was released 11 years later.  Tapestry spent 4 months at the top of the billboard charts and spawned hit after hit, like “It’s Too Late” and “I Feel the Earth Move.”  Listening to “Tapestry” now leaves one amazed.  It is an example of a song-writer at their creative apex.  When Rolling Stone magazine named it the #36 greatest album ever made, before Led Zeppelin “Zoso” or Bob Marley’s “Legends,” I, shockingly, agreed, wholeheartedly.

The brilliance of Caroline King is that she was always frank,  musically progressive, but also disciplined, which kept her from deviating into self-indulgence.  Her voice wasn’t the best, the notes she hit not the most sonically breathtaking, but her songs and verse were always compelling and real.

Ms. King’s songs are about the people that you meet through life, the distances that emerge over time and space and the quiet desperation that begins to appear when you begin to question the faith you placed in your own heedless confidence.  It is the music that is made for the reflective moments when you remember the person that moved “so far away”, or the opportunity you passed up, or the bravado driven decisions you made during a capricious youth that you now regret as wisdom settles in.


Carole King’s major accomplishment was penning a different type of love song.  She lamented about failed human relationships, but without necessarily talking about physical love.  These love songs aren’t driven by sex, but  by the deeper failings of the human experience.  It is in these songs that Carole King demonstrates her multi-leveled and nuanced song-writing ability; an ability that has largely been lost on this modern era of female pop star, who today too often rely on the crass and over-sexualized dynamic of our current moment to make a quick buck.

Carole King will never be mistaken for being the most rocking performer, but  if you respect song writing, you have to respect Carole King.   She is better than any of her female contemporaries especially Joan Baez and Joni Michtell, which is one of the reasons that her new world tour with James Taylor is electrifying the baby-boomers more than anything else besides Viagra.

Suggested Carole King playlist from The Dawgz:

I Feel the Earth Move
Sweet Season
You Light Up My World
It’s Too Late
Brother, Brother

“Well I’ve been afraid of changing, because I built my life around you.”

Ultimately, I have learned that it is sometimes inappropriate to just listen to Led Zeppelin or Eric Burton and The Animals.   Sometimes the mode dictates another style of music.  If you are preparing a meal and enjoying some white wine do you really want to listen to an Eric Clapton jam?  I say no, at least not always.  In certain moments, the stylings of Ms. King are a better fit.  The love strained lyrics of The Mac could more accurately color your particular mood.

Through all of this I have learned, you can’t limit yourself when it comes to the music you enjoy.  You must continue to expand the styles of art that you appreciate. Carole King is the best representative of an entire genre of music: the female singer songwriter.  Fleetwood Mac’s musical brilliance has inherently influenced modern musicians. If one refuses to recognize these facts because of their own conceit or prejudice, it is a profound display of ignorance and naivety.

So, now, as I get older, I can freely admit and proudly say that I have the record covers of “Fantasy” and “Rumors” hanging on my wall and I feel no shame because I know those that criticize just don’t yet comprehend.  So in the end, I don’t want to be, but I have to be … a champion of Fleetwood Mac and Carole King.


70 Responses to “KSWI Guest Blogger Wednesday: Dawgz Edition”

  1. MLF said

    blasphemer! Muenster is an effing delicious cullinary delight.

  2. susanelle said

    Excellent essay, there, Dgz, you had me all the way… until (there’s always an until, heh) you said Carole King is a better songwriter than Joni Mitchell. I have to give you the side-eye on that one. How much Joni Mitchell do you know? If only “Clouds” and “Big Yellow Taxi,” I recommend you do a journey of enlightenment like you did with Fleetwood Mac and Carole King.

    I’m not saying JM is “better than” CK… I’m just saying it’s wrong (1) to lump Joni Mitchell with Joan Baez and (2) to rank her below Carole King (whom I regard as highly as you do).

    Bunny, you got a lotta aging to do yet!

  3. PWG said

    I haven’t finished reading your guest post, Dawgz, but that whole first part where you talk about turning gray and getting old as you careen toward the cliff edge of 30, plus Fleetwood Mac as “music from a bygone era” . . . I’m narrowing my eyes at you.

    • Amy D said

      I second that. The little whipper-snapper has no idea what it is like to feel stiffness in your joints days before the rain actually begins to fall. At this point all I really have left to look forward to is the early bird special at Denny’s and getting my Tuesday discount at Ross.

  4. kt said

    So I guess my mom gave me some decent taste in music because I grew up listening to both of these albums. I’m 90% sure she has Rumors on vinyl too.

  5. MLF said

    HAH! I love it! the sisterwives getting fiesty, MEOW!


    *general announcement to all common taters/sisterwives:

    if you would like to get involved in a belated birthday surprise for kswidgel, please email me at montannaleigh@aol.com for more information!

    • susanelle said

      I know nothing about this, but my guess is: pictures of our tits, I mean, cleavages?

      What if one has very little to speak of? Is Photoshopping allowed?

      • MLF said

        has nothing to do with tits, suprisingly! haha. you should def. email me though and get in on the fun festivities

        although I’m sure if you were inclined to email anyone photoshopped cleavage pics Jordan would definitely approve.

      • susanelle said

        Geez, I thought that guess would be so accurate since it’s the only thing Jordan has ever and always asked for.

  6. PWG said

    When I was growing up in California in the 70’s the radio stations didn’t differentiate themselves into musical genres. You didn’t have rock on one station, country on another, etc., with the exception of classical music. All the stations just played everything, and you had to pick a favorite based on the DJs. I have listened to Led Zeppelin followed by Captain & Tenille. On that note, here’s a little slice of the Bellamy Brothers for your 70’s flashback entertainment.

  7. Dawgz said

    1. Swiss is great.
    2. Stop being a Joni Mitchell apologist, Susanelle. Nobody calls me bunny!
    3. Led Zeppelin followed by Captain & Tenille = the radio version of having sex with a hot chick followed by her telling you she has herpes. From the heights of escasty to the depths of despair.

    • MLF said

      1- Muenster is better
      2- Bunny Bunny Bunny
      3- …..Bunny.

      • susanelle said

        Aw, Milfie, I don’t think we should be ranking the cheeses. All cheeses are great!

        In fact, this is an interesting thing about aging — the older you get, the more you like old, smelly, disgusting cheeses.

        If my 10-year-old self had known I would grow up to love Bleu cheese, Roquefort and Gorgonzola, she would have killed me right then and there.

      • kt said

        I like all kinds of cheeses, including smelly ones, but I have never been a fan of swiss. However, I’m leaving the door open for this to change when I am old or something.

      • MLF said

        If Milfie ever likes swiss cheese, she’ll eat her horse, let’s put it that way. and that is only a mild declaration of my hate for swiss cheese! seriously! HATE HATE HATE.

    • PWG said

      Yeah, I’m not saying it was pleasant. Just that I was actually born before cassette tapes, let alone CDs or mp3 players. You took what they dished out, or played your 8-track if you were in the car. If I remember correctly, and I’m trying to block it out, you couldn’t fast forward the 8-tracks to the song you wanted. They were divvied up into four sections, so you could only fast forward to the correct quadrant and if your song was the third one in that quadrant, you damn well got to listen to the other two first every time.

      We had an 8-track player in our camper, and my mother had maybe a dozen tapes to choose from. Over the course of a week-long camping trip, you got to hear the same stuff over and over. If I ever hear Helen Reddy belting out “I Am Woman” again I’ll have a crippling PTSD episode.

      At home you had the luxury of records, and you could pick the exact song you wanted if you were somewhat deft with the needle. My sister played her Steve Miller, Eagles and Commodores albums ad infinitum. I consider digital music players up there with penicillin as far as inventions go.

      • MLF said

        jeez. I feel like I need to award you a war-like medal of honor for your suffering

      • PWG said

        My husband drove with his parents from mid-California to the tip of Baja Mexico with ONE CD. It was Marc Cohn, and to this day “Walking in Memphis” makes him Hulk angry.

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  10. Dawgz said

    1. MATTIE GDOWIK IS IN THE HOUSE, YA’LL! Watch out ladies, this man is dangerous.
    2. Jordan got real wasted on his birthday. Then he got crazy wasted on Saturday as well.
    3. I would have to say that the MP3 is not a great invention. The compression of the music makes everything sound heartless and shallow.

  11. PWG said

    On topic: I’ve heard Fleetwood Mac too often to want to hear it ever again, and I don’t care for Carole King’s voice much. I agree that you should keep the best of the old music on your iPod and pick up the new stuff too. I’m currently relying on HB to educate my musical tastes.

    Off topic: I was thinking of things for Dawgz to do before he turns 30 and gets all old, and I found this list of books to read before you turn 30. I’ve only read about half, and I read a ton. A handful of the ones I’ve missed are on my to do list, but some aren’t.

    My Friday question is, what would you add? Books to read before you’re 30 isn’t exactly the same as books to read before you die. Presumably there are some life lessons in them you should pick up sooner rather than later. I’d include Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Lord of the Flies, A Separate Peace and The Power of One, to start with.

    • kt said

      I’ve read 5 of those books… apparently I am not reading the right type of books.

    • I’ve read 4 of those books. Jesus, I am a disgrace. At least War and Peace is already on there so we don’t have to hear the ever familiar “I’VE FUCKING READ FUCKING WAR AND FUCKING PEACE” again.

      I’m flattered that you’re relying on me expand your musical horizons. Though I do ramble on incessantly about it on Twitter, so it’d be hard to ignore… I don’t know why anyone even follows me.

      • Dawgz said

        1. I would have to say that “On the Road” is a rather glaring omission.
        2. I agree that “A Separate Peace,” should be included.
        3. I hate Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I couldn’t get through “One Hundred Years of Solitude.”
        4. “Origin of the Species” seems like a dumb book to place on the list. Who really wants to read a dry work of science? I got the cliff notes version. I am down for it. I don’t need to listen to Mr. Darwin’s diatribes about the length of birds peaks.

      • DICKS said


    • AmyAlmost said

      Who writes these lists of things other people should do? And why is there an obsession of getting things done before 30? It’s like 1999/2000 all over again. Is there some programming flaw I should be aware of once I turn 30? Do I need to store tin food in a basement I don’t have before this birthday?

    • Lala said

      I’ve only read 2 of those books and I read a lot. Like a lot.

    • susanelle said

      It’s a decent list, I think it’s boiled down from a bunch of other “Best 100” or “Best 1,000” lists I’ve seen… it’s a canonical list.

      ::sigh:: I guess I gotta read Lolita, it’s always on there.

  12. kt said

    Totally off topic but I need to spread this amazingness to people who will appreciate it. Robogeisha.

  13. Sweet! A guest post from Gramps! Oh, sorry, “Dawgz”. Did you all forego pounding brewski’s and watching sports last night in celebration of our beloved Jordan’s birth, in favor of sipping on some Ensure, watching Murder She Wrote, and reminiscing about the “good ‘ol days” whilst Rumors spun in the background? Party.

    I grew up listening to Rumors, Tapestry, and numerous Bruce Springsteen albums all thanks to my father. My mother was a big Phil Collins, Lionel Richie, and Michael bolton fan. Sadly, they both listen to shit music today… but at least they (ok, just my dad) started me down a musical path that never led to Backstreet Boys, Creed and Nickelback fanaticism. The same cannot be said of my brother, sadly…

    I was about to compliment you, Jordan, on the people you choose to associate with – based on what we’ve seen of Dawgz and Gerber, they’re all well-spoken, intelligent young men. And then “DICKS” showed up… This is an interesting balance of juvenile humor and educated debate you have going over there. Not an easy feat. You all make me so proud of New Jersey. High five!

    • DICKS said


      • kristenstewartwantsit said

        He’s from Pennsylvania. Not Jersey. Just to clarify.

      • DICKS said


      • PWG said

        For the love of God, someone click his caps lock button. The fact that he spelled “its” correctly in context and seems to have a firm grasp on spelling and punctuation in general somewhat mitigates his topic choice.

      • Wait, are we not supposed to be enjoying DICKS?* Because I think this officially marks either the high point or low point of KSWI commenting. I’m not yet sure which one exactly… but one of them.

      • DICKS said



      • VAGINA said

        hiya there big boy, you shouldn’t be here. we should get a room someplace with low low hourly rates.

        do you think you can erectify the situation?

      • susanelle said

        He’s from Pennsylvania. Not Jersey. Just to clarify.

        Ha! I thought he talked like a Philadelphia lawyer.

      • Amy D said

        Hey Vag, don’t inflate his head with all that talk of big boy. I’m sure there should be *** all over that***

  14. Amy D said

    Can’t say I’m much of a Fleetwood Mac fan, perhaps because I’ve really never listened to them. Grew up with parents that listened to Barry Manilow, Kenny Roger, Willie Nelson. My first cassette tape was Ah-ha and Cyndi Lauper. So of course I rebelled and gained interest in gangsta rap during my teen years. However, peppered in there was also Morrissey, Adam Ant, The Monkeys…. I think now that I am entering my golden years (if I’m basing the time line on Dawgz hitting the cliff at 30!! Fucker) I have a nice rounded appreciation for music.

  15. PWG said

    All in favor of abandoning today’s post until Jordan recovers from his hangover and vanquishes the capital letter ass trolls, say aye.

    • Amy D said


      On a side note, where the hell is Tiff?? It’s days like this when I miss her snarky intelligence.

    • kristenstewartwantsit said

      Boo this idea. No abandoning posts.

    • I actually thought you might have been moonlighting as “VAGINA” for a fleeting moment…

      I suspect my new toy-filled work environment has lowered my mental age, because I can’t help but laugh at today’s juvenile insanity. I’m just surprised this took place on Dawgz’s “Behind The Music” extravaganza instead of Gerber’s porn post.

      • MLF said

        I was gonna say the same thing. I was like, where was Dicks on porn review day, or even threesome day?

        I don’t know whether to laugh or to be offended at how much more offensive he is than we who consider ourselves to be highly offensive. I feel like I need to bring my A game and step it up or something.

        but yeah the caps are obnoxious. Unless of course he really is YELLING in which case they are appropriate. and I wouldn’t be suprised if he is yelling. My grandpa was batshit crazy and he was always yelling….but I think it was probably because he was always losing his hearing aide.

  16. AmyAlmost said

    So…only recently you discover Rumours? It was the 90’s for me – Smashing Pumpkins did that Landslide cover that ended up b-side of Disarm that made me dig out the dusty Rumours vinyl and appreciate original versions better. I made my Dad learn to play Landslide after Day in the Life and add it to his set, the ladies loved it.Carole King. Just bought Tapestry recently, I love her but wasn’t going to buy her until I found out my mother sold her records on Ebay (curse you Ebay I will never forgive you for this!). I sort of have an impulse to buy all the records that I grew up on.

    Interesting how our parents shape our music tastes.. I wonder what I’m doing to my own son because right now we’re all about The Books. Take. Time. Take. Time. And Japanther. Ri-i-ver Phoenix. And Florence and the Machine. Dog Days Are Over.

    • Dawgz said

      Landslide is not on Rumours.

      • AmyAlmost said

        My bad. I don’t have a copy of Rumours – just the coverart with some weird mix-mash of Fleetwood Mac tracks which thanks to you I have now looked at further. Teach me to read pictures instead of words.

  17. cledbo said

    I have nothing personal against The Mac. And I love to sing loud in the car, often, about the Earth moving under my feet or living to see seven wonders if the radio plays those particular toonskis. But the earliest song I can recall liking is “I Want Your Love”, by Transvision Vamp, and it was all down hill from there.

    Most of the books on that 30 before 30 list I am not even vaguely interested in reading, and they’re missing A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift – the only teacher in the art of satire, as far as I am concerned. And particularly funny if you’re living with an Irishman.

    No one pointed it out yet, so I will – Dawgz, for someone whose handle includes a superfluous “z”, you have an elegant and pleasant writing style, which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. And I too am a 20-something upstart who has noticed ch-ch-ch-changes as she creeps unwillingly towards 30-something status. And to all my fellow commontators for whom 30 is a recent or distant memory, I look forward to joining you on the sexiest over 60 list in a few decades – in the end, everyone is just old, so we might as well be fabulous doing it.

  18. amanda said

    carole king is the bomb diggity. not a word i throw around lightly.

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