Oh yes, women like to be seen as regular angels in women's clothing but we know they can also be the cattiest of cats and bitches from hell. Just like MOTHER NATURE. She is the worst and the best because she's the boss.
Back in 1995, however, Morissette lent a voice to feminists, gay men, lapsed Catholics, and others. Her music and voice displayed a repressed angst that sold incredibly well since many could identify with it.
Embarking this September on one of the most ambitious tours of her career -- 40 shows in 40 cities over six weeks stretching from the East Coast to the West -- she'll turn around to work her way back home before Thanksgiving.
"This one was totally by surprise. The first one was an idea we dreamed up back at RCA. We didn't have any letter from Paul McCartney saying, 'Make a Beatle record,' but this one was out of the clear blue."
After wiffle ball, we used to love going for ice cream cones at Moon Dog on Bleecker Street. That's long gone, replaced by one of those antiseptic designer stores that have infested Bleecker. They sure are pretty, but they always seem to be empty.
I love to see older women celebrated and honored in this way. Now in my late 50s, I'm content, and even more in love with life. But I'm curious to know what these mature models are wearing underneath their outfits. Are they still able to find pretty, feminine and well-fitting lingerie?
Oh, you're not goin' anywhere, Miz Joni. I mean that. She just can't. I mean, the woman reads my mind. In fact, all my life, I've felt like Joni Mitchell was reading my diaries. And my dreams. And was telling me the truths I didn't want to admit.
According to Rachael Sage, "I don't do many cover songs--because I've been writing my own compositions since I was a little kid, it's just not really my thing generally, and I can count the ones I've recorded on less than one hand."
Thank you Joni. Thank you Neil. Thank you Carpenters. Thank you Carly Simon. Thank you Santo and Johnny. Thanks to Music Supervisors who get it right. Thank you to everyone who wrote a song that changed my life or changed my mind.
I admit I've never been a big fan of ballet. I really didn't understand how dance could tell a story so, although I admired the dancers' talent and flexibility, I just wasn't touched on an emotional level. But a couple of weeks ago, I saw Fumbling Towards Ecstasy -- and I got it.
There is nothing more terrifying than waiting for the answer to the "do you know who you remind me of/look like?" statement/question. You brace yourself for an answer that doesn't push you to Botox, Spanx and a wig, or at least I do.