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Mini-Review - Britney Spears -The Woman in Me

10/27/2023

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Finished Britney’s book. Ya know, not every creative female/entertainer can be strong-willed like Lady Gaga, come from a wealthy, supportive family like Taylor Swift, or be a stark-raving control freak like Madonna. Some women are talented and hard-working, but too nice and too naïve. That describes Britney. Her screwed-up, white trash family took advantage of her instead of helping her. During her career, she met few people who had her best interests at heart. She only met or attracted (or was attracted to), people who used her and leeched off her.  That and the conservatorship triggered any inherited or acquired emotional problems she has/had. And she had two babies in just over 2 years.

She still recorded and toured almost immediately after giving birth, and had paparazzi hounding her at every step. Oh, and her soon to be ex-husband wouldn’t allow her to see her kids very often. Did you ever think postpartum depression & the stress and anxiety from the paparazzi and not seeing her kids maybe had something to do with her behavior? Of course, at the time, most people thought she was crazy or on drugs. It’s amazing she didn’t act even worse, considering what transpired behind the scenes. 

A few times in the book, she expresses regret for certain decisions she made, and admits to occasionally using Adderall. 
Britney comes off as being pretty fair, sensible, and self-aware in her memoir. I hope she can work out her problems, and return to recording/performing, if she chooses. After all she’s been through, though, I wouldn’t blame her if she decides to live a private, “civilian” life. (Well, except for the Instagram posts.)
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P.S. I wouldn’t be surprised if Britney has CPTSD after years of emotional abuse, but that’s for a real, impartial psychiatrist to determine.
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'00s L.A. Video  - Pre-Gentrification

2/9/2020

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Here's a short video of some of my favorite restaurants, bars and clubs in pre-gentrification L.A. 2000-2010. Plus a few general pics and 2 NY pics from the same time,
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Groupies and Muses: A Tribute

2/3/2020

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.As a tween girl growing up in the late '60s and early '70s, I devoured rock magazines like Creem, Circus and Rolling Stone.  I discovered many of my favorite bands through these magazines, and I learned about famous groupies, too!  Groupies of the '60s and early '70s were stars in their own right. They had their own fashion sense, creativity, and charisma. I thought most of them were just as interesting as their rock star boyfriends/conquests.

Song : "She's a Rainbow" by the Stones

PIcs include Pamela Des Barres, the GTOs, Miss Mercy, Miss Christine,Cynthia Plaster Caster, "The Butter Queen", Lori Mattix, Bebe Buell, Catherine James, Michele Overman,and Cyrinda Foxe. And, of course, the Stones' women - Marianne, Anita, Bianca, Marsha Hunt, and Uschi Obermaier
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1990s Memories of NYC, Chicago and New Orleans

1/27/2020

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Memories of the 1990s in NY,New Orleans and Chicago with general pics, too. The '90s were the most jam-packed and...ummm. interesting - years of my life, thanks to living in the aforementioned cities during that time.
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1980s Memories

1/25/2020

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1980s memories - neon colors, breakdancing, Madonna, big hair and leg warmers!
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1970s Memories Video

1/24/2020

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Memories of 1970s music, movies, TV shows, and fashions.
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Random Childhood Memories from the 1960s - Video #1

1/20/2020

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.This video was put together with the Windows 10 video app and various photos from my 1960s memories folder. It's not the best, but it's a start. The music is a random upbeat instrumental.





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Chicago Cubs - 2016 World Series Champions - Next Year Finally Arrives

11/5/2016

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Photo Credit: Chicago Tribune

I became a Cubs fan in 1969. It wasn't a good introduction to the team. The ’69 Cubs were the first men who broke my heart. After they screwed up and lost the division to the Mets, my Dad brought home a bunch of Cub Power bumper stickers from the local Dunkin' Donuts. Nobody else wanted ‘em, and I put them on my school notebooks and bulletin board at home. There’s always next year, I figured.
 
In the early 1970s, I went to dozens of Cubs games with my Dad and brothers. We usually sat in the left field grandstand. I think we only sat in the box seats once. I’d fill out the scorecard and we’d fill up on hot dogs, mini-pizzas and pop. (It feels so good to use the proper term for synthetic, sugary beverages. I hate calling it soda, but you have to when you live outside the Midwest or risk confused looks.)
 
I watched every Cubs game I could, which was easy to do back then cause everything was on free TV, not cable.  Every season, one of my classmates would sneak in a transistor radio so we could listen to the home opener – at least until the teacher confiscated the radio. I had all the Cubs tchotchkes and souvenirs, including pennants, stickers, bobbleheads and this ill-fated album. No, Harry Caray’s not on it. It was released in 1969, long before Harry started calling Cubs games.
 
The kids in the neighborhood collected baseball cards, and we’d trade them back and forth and even played an early version of fantasy baseball, making up our own teams using the cards. One of my prize cards was a Willie Mays card from 1970. It’s now worth $175…of course, mine is long gone.
 
My standard summer uniform as a kid – navy blue gym shorts, a grayish-blue Cubs T-shirt with the cute Cubby Bear holding up the Cubs logo, Keds and Coppertone.
 
When I played baseball with the neighborhood kids, I used my trusty Ron Santo infielder’s glove. My positions varied – I usually played second base, sometimes third or shortstop.
 
I met Ernie Banks in 1970 and he autographed a baseball for me. A few months later I noticed it was missing, and ran outside to find my brothers and their friends playing baseball with the autographed ball. The autograph was destroyed. I cried for an hour.
 
In junior high, my girlfriends and I hung out in the bleachers at Wrigley Field with the beer drinking, long-suffering Bleacher Bums (The Bums were the subject of this play.) A seat in the bleachers cost $1 then.
 
In college, I lived in Lakeview, and our apartment was about half a mile from Wrigley Field. We could see the back of the ballpark from our back porch. On game days, we heard the fans cheering.
 
Back to Ernie. I wandered into one of my arts management classes in college early one day, and who was sitting all alone in the classroom? Ernie Banks. No, he wasn’t the teacher, he was a student. Usually, I’m reserved and almost businesslike when meeting my idols, but I couldn’t stop blabbing when I met Ernie the second time. He was cool and gracious about it, though. I was so excited I forgot to ask for a replacement autograph.   
 
I was ecstatic when the Cubs won the World Series the other night. I only wish I had been back in Chicago to experience the sheer joy of millions of fans celebrating. The 1969 debacle may seem like eons ago, but there are Cub fans who've waited to see a World Series victory longer than I have.

I wish my Dad was here to see this, but I’m sure he’s up there in heaven with all the other Cubs fans celebrating in the afterlife.
 
 
 

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Put These Five Movies in a Blender, You Get the First 25 Years of My Life

8/11/2016

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Light of Day
 

 
It wasn’t always easy being a rock ‘n’ roller/black sheep of the family in a lower middle class neighborhood.  I was never molested by a priest like Patti Rasnick (Joan Jett’s character), and didn’t shoplift either, but I definitely was on a different wavelength than the rest of the family/neighborhood girls. If you wanted to do something other than marry a boy from the neighborhood, buy a house in the neighborhood and have babies in the neighborhood, you were a weirdo.
 
A nightclub scene was filmed near my childhood home in suburban Chicago. I’m not sure if that particular footage was used in the film.


A Woman Under the Influence
 

The first time I saw “A Woman Under the Influence” I was so shocked at some of the similarities to my life I wondered if John Cassevettes knew my family or had heard about them somewhere.  My Mom was a paranoid-schizophrenic, and every few years, she was admitted to the hospital for treatment. The adults around us never talked much about what happened there or what kind of treatment she received.  I was a kid and these things weren’t explained much in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Now that I’m older, I think some of her difficulties had to do with postpartum depression, another subject that wasn’t talked about (or even noticed) back then.
 
My Dad never hit my Mom and she never cheated on him, but some of the other scenes and just the general feel of the film were like a slice of my childhood, plus my Mom looked like a thinner, frailer version of Gena Rowlands.  
 
The plot in a nutshell - A working class Dad (Peter Falk) deals with three kids (two boys and a girl) and his wife’s (Gena Rowlands) mental instability, until he has her committed. When she comes home from the hospital, all the relatives are there to greet her in a big party like scene.  



Almost Famous
 
As a teen, I was an aspiring rock critic with a hint of groupie, so I could identify with Penny Lane and Cameron Crowe’s alter-ego, William Miller.

The scenes where Miller’s (Patrick Fugit)  Mom drops him off at the backstage door and the scene where Sapphire (Fairuza Balk) talks about what music means to her reminded me of being a teen who sought solace in rock 'n' roll.  It seems so bittersweet to see those scenes now. Music moves you so much as a kid, in a heart-pounding, all-encompassing way. It seems sad to lose that when you get older and real life takes over.
 



 
The Bell Jar
 

 
Adolescence is a pain in the ass, and it’s even worse if you’re a moody poet who reads Nietzsche in your spare time.   
 
When I first saw the book The Bell Jar in a mall bookstore, I grabbed it after seeing the back cover blurb “The story of a talented young woman who descends into madness.”
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 “Hey”, I said to my girlfriend “How did they know?” I can recite whole passages from the novel by heart to this day, even some of the more insignificant ones.  

"Ouch!" I winced at a particularly bad jab. The doctor whistled. "You're one in a million." "What do you mean?" "I mean it's one in a million it happens to like this.
 

Esther Greenwood’s descent into depression and insanity resonated with me. I’ve always been a persevering Pollyanna at heart, but I could relate to Esther’s general malaise and disenchantment with the world. A lot of teen girls did – and still do – that’s why The Bell Jar remains a go-to book for sensitive adolescents.  Kirsten Dunst will direct the second  film version of the novel. The first version, released in 1979, wasn’t very good, so I’ve included an audio book clip instead of a film clip. 
 

This Is Spinal Tap
 
It was a simpler time. When not working or going to school, life consisted of:
 
Hanging out with rock musicians (local or traveling), listening to albums and the radio 24/7, exploring  the now demolished International Amphitheatre, smoking pot with roadies for either Judas Priest or UFO - or maybe REO Speedwagon, watching bands soundcheck, getting hammered on cheap beer at street fairs, Chicagofest and local clubs.  
 
And not all rock stars were as dim-witted as Spinal Tap, but here’s a backstage tale for you, courtesy of a guest speaker in one of my arts management classes:
 
A lesser-known rock star was incensed that the soda backstage was above a certain temperature. (The exact temperature for soda was specified in his contract rider.) He told the promoter he refused to go onstage if this wasn’t rectified.
 
The promoter said, “OK, don’t go on. I’ll go out there and tell the kids why.”
 
The show went on as planned.



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How We Kept Concert Review Notes before Smartphones Existed 

8/6/2014

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Found one of my old college notebooks with notes I took at an Ian Hunter/Mick Ronson concert in Chicago in 1979. I don’t remember anything about the concert it’s been so long!  Notice the “P.S. - The drummer is a fox!”

Yes,people did use that term in the 1970s. Hot wasn’t in vogue yet.

Maybe this bootleg will refresh my memory

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