When I was growing up music was a huge part of my life. I remember getting my first 8-track player on a long drive, in an RV on the way
to Disney World with my parents and grandparents. I can remember my Uncle Randy playing the song ‘Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road’ for me and many others when I was little. In grade school I got my own record player and played 45’s and 33’s on my record player and thought music was amazing. I would play ‘I Will Survive’ by Gloria Gaynor in 78-speed and would lip-synch in the mirror.
When I got to high school the music got even more powerful and
more meaningful. I went to air-guitar dances and wore mini-shirts and black lip stick. Music could now be used as a tool to get to my parents. My song of choice was ‘Were Not Gonna Take It’ by Twisted Sister. Whenever I was mad I would stomp up the stairs, slam my door and play it as loud as I could. It was my way of telling them that no matter what they said, I wasn’t going to take it. (But in the end I always did.)
So you can imagine how disappointed I was today when I saw
on TV, lead singer of Twisted Sister, Dee Snider in a Stanley Steamer Carpet commercial. My jaw hit the floor. This guy was my hero and now he has been reduced to this? When most singers get old and desperate for money they sell a song or two to a major corporation and then you hear the song with the commercial but you don’t see the actual singer. Dee Snider wasn’t much to look at back in the 80’s but that was part of the persona. Today at the age of 57 with his hair, makeup and costume the same, he looked even more frightening. No wonder my parents were freaked out.
It would have been much cooler to see him in an election campaign
ad or even a dog food commercial, but carpet cleaning? That’s bogus…and twisted and I’m not gonna take it, anymore!
The doves are back for round two, they nested in the same spot in
the gutter again. How many eggs does a Dove lay in a season? I don’t know but it’s very cool to see them back again. We call the mom Peeker because when we are entering the house she will peak over the edge and look down at us.
I’ve had some ‘challenges’ lately in getting my son to listen to me. It seems like everything I say goes in one ear and out the other. Today I
asked if he listened to his teachers when he was in school. He said he did. I then asked why he listened to his teachers but he doesn’t listen to me. “My teachers are important mom,” was his reply. My poor little mom heart is broken. He doesn’t think I’m important. Where did I go wrong? Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll drag him out of bed at the crack of dawn and we’ll play school all day long.
Happy Friday to you!