‘Man those kind of guys really know how to steal all of the oxygen’

June 26th, 2014, 8:12 AM by Goddess

Yeah. It’s like that right this second.

“I have a friend I confide in
He always says doll you got to learn not to lead with your chin
But you can’t help it
It all comes up again
And then you have your fill
And your spill reaches down as far as a flood.”

– Cyndi Lauper, “Eventually”



I’ll stand by you. Or sit on you. Whichever

June 29th, 2009, 7:38 PM by Goddess

Mmm, mmm. Twenty-five years and counting of listening to Jon Bon Jovi, and I still turn into a quivering puddle of goo when I see/hear him. Yum.



Goodnight to ‘Cool Night’ creator

April 23rd, 2008, 9:35 AM by Goddess

Paul Davis just passed away.

Blah.

I’ll always remember him for this uber-amazing song “Cool Night.”

Audio provided for those who actually come and visit my site today. …

Staying in the groove of my “One Month to Live” book-reading odyssey, he may have died at the young age of 60, but he left behind something that will live on long after he’s gone. I can only hope that I can somehow do the same, in whatever way I can.



Jon-boy can lay me down in a ‘Bed of Roses’ any day

March 6th, 2008, 10:37 AM by Goddess

Apparently I forgot to tell my friends that I went to see Bon Jovi at the Verizon Center last week. Which, come on — I missed them exactly once, the last time they toured. I was in Vegas or something. But alas, I gots me some Jersey Boy fix last week, as witnessed below:

I didn’t take the photo, so I can’t take credit for it. Shit, I was snapping shots with my iPhone and, while that’s one handy-dandy lil gadget, it doesn’t cut it when you’re sitting in section 407!

I was sitting with what I like to call the Jersey Syndicate — the over-30 crowd. There were three teen-agers two rows down who were dancing to all the new Bon Jovi songs, and they were sort of pissed at the rest of us for being just fine in our seats. Shit, we were all suffering from vertigo up in Peanut Heaven. (I was willing to pay for better seats, but apparently they were all sold out at 10 a.m. on the Saturday morning they went on sale. Humph.) No dancing for Goddess this time around!

What was funny was when the old stuff would come on (“Runaway,” “Keep the Faith,” “Sleep when I’m Dead”), the kiddos would sit down and go, “I don’t know that!” But the rest of us? Were singing at the top of our lungs — every single lyric, perfectly. It was awesome.

Video from the Chicago show of my favorite, favorite song, “These Days”:

*swoon*

Daughtry was the opener, which I had forgotten about until I got to Chinatown. OMG, you know I’m busy when I forget such crucial details. But when I bought the tickets, there was no assigned opening act and it was going to be a toss-up between the All-American Rejects (meh) and the glorious Chris Daughtry. I was one happy Goddess when I found out that it was going to be an excellent tour package.

Daughtry did an amazing version of “One” which I think was way better than the original U2 version but not quite as soulful as Mary J. Blige’s.

But dude knows how to cater to his hair-metal support group audience, as he played Motley Crue’s “Home Sweet Home” before leading into his own single “Home.” At that point my vertigo issues dissipated for the night, as I was creaming my jeans and was happily stuck to my chair for the duration. ;)

Speaking of hair metal mania, I am jonesing to go to Rocklahoma in July. d00d! Bret Michaels, Warrant, Cinderella, L.A. Guns, Enuff Z’Nuff, Tesla, Night Ranger, Pretty Boy Floyd, Tora Tora, XYZ, Trixter, Kingdom Come, Triumph … holy shit, the list goes on and on.

It may be the year of the rat, but 2008 is turning out to be the year of the AquaNet. Sweet! :)



‘Hallelujah and holy shit’

March 5th, 2008, 8:49 AM by Goddess

Tuesday Tunage: Bon Jovi, “Hallelujah”

I work from home in the mornings because I can either be the first car in the lot at work or the last, not both. And yet, thanks to Craptastic Comcast, I get to be both. WHEE!

In other EPIC FAIL news, yesterday morning started with a comedy of errors that prevented us from hitting the hard-and-fast deadline. At five minutes past deadline, I started getting polite inquiries about why all was quiet. I blame it on Comcast, and nobody ever questions it because everyone knows COMCAST BLOWS.

Today, I had no Internet AT ALL. Rebooted everything, unplugged everything — nothin’. I had slept in (a whopping 15 minutes), so I had to scrub mah butt at lightning speed and turn a 40-minute. rush hour commute into 30 minutes. (It ended up being 27. Bitches.)

Nothing much else to write home about. I loved the dude on “American Idol” who did the rock version of Lionel Richie’s “Hello” last night. Nobody on the show really stands out yet; I can’t remember any of their names. (All right, I looked him up: David Cook.)

Well, I do know the flaming fruit loop (Danny Noriega), mostly because he was the hot topic on Hot 99.5 today because there’s apparently a Christmas video of him saying everyone deserves coal and their mothers to be raped. Awesome. He’s special. All that rage isn’t healthy. And he isn’t that talented, either, so someone please explain to him that enjoying assholes and BEING “the shit” are completely different things.

Anyway, then there was dreadlock-boy on “Idol” (Jason Castro) who did Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.” I’ll tell you what, he got mad props from the judges, but I was like, meh. I love that song. I mean, psychotically LOVE that song. SilverBlue had sent me Bon Jovi’s version of the song and, I’ll tell you what, that’s the version to beat. (Although I do have to give Jeff Buckley the credit for setting the bar very high for covers of that song.)

Well, that’s about as much interestingness that I can muster for now. Which is probably no more or less than usual. :)