I feel great joy welling up within my soul when I listen to some good ol' 80's tunes.
(and if I knew in the 80's that I'd be referring to them as "good ol'" - well, let's just say: ick)

Def Leppard.
I saw the CD out of the corner of my eye, whilst shopping yesterday.
I grabbed it (as if it were about to run for it's own life) and raced t'ward the line of cashiers.
I tried to hide my shame from the 15-year-old at the till.
(I wasn't the only geek– the guy in front of me bought AC/DC Back In Black)

Placing it in my Audrey Hepburn bag, I left the store feeling like I had stolen hidden treasure!
I just couldn't help but savor the memory I have of myself at 14, dancing around with my air guitar on a sunny Saturday morning.
(reader asks: "is this woman on crack?")

I think I will entitle my biography "Memoirs of a Pop Music Junkie"
Oh, and get over it you hard-core Leppard fans! It's POP.
What's "rock" anymore anyway?
(btw: I will most likely never have a biography)

Since I brought it up:
Does anyone out there envision that their life has such interest that someday, an eager young writer will discover them and passionately construct a prize-winning book about them?
Or better yet,. a young director will make the movie?

Oh shut up. I know you've had the thought.

Sweet dreams bloggy.