I have been following the Tiger Woods fiasco with great interest. How can a person not get involved in these lives...these lives of privilege and luxury, without some voyeuristic interest? And to see them make mistakes...well that makes our lives look better, doesn't it?
I appreciated the statement he made, "I'm human and I'm not perfect". Really? But we do expect so much more out of our idols, our celebrities, those in the limelight. They are role models, no matter what Charles Barkley says! (Remember his "I am not a role model" Nike commercial?) But alas, they are role models to many of us, and especially to our children. We do expect more from them whether they like it or not. Still, they are only human.
I recently had a rather sad awakening to this realization myself...as I had to endure seeing my idol, Rick Springfield, take on a very naughty (obscene) role on a show called "Californication". This is a series on Showtime primarily about sex, drugs and moral depravity. Unfortunately, Rick's character that he played (loosely based on himself, is how he has explained it) had a scene that I would deem soft-core porn (he calls it 'tasteful nudity' on his website!). Ok, so maybe I'm a prude...or maybe I'm just decent. Or maybe he let me down.
Throughout his career, Rick had maintained a certain level of decorum...only doing roles on TV (regular TV, so no vulgarity). Once you 'graduate' to cable TV or movies, the rules change. And maybe he saw it as a way to prove he was a legit and vital actor. I have no idea why he did it. But, to me it just proved that indeed, he is only human. We are all human...and we all make mistakes in our lives with our choices, our actions, our behavior.
I forgive him, as we must always forgive. We must always remember Jesus (whom I believe is the one and ONLY perfect person) teaching this in His prayer..."forgive those that trespass against us". So please forgive me my trespasses, as I am far from perfect! I have managed to alienate many people in my life since returning to Colorado...and even some in LA. I'm not sure why, but I do know that I do not mean to do it. I also know that not everyone is always going to like you or understand your choices or your actions or your behavior. But we are all just looking for that unconditional love and understanding, even though we err occasionally (constantly?)!
My own mother has chosen to be distant from me...not even calling or inviting me to a Thanksgiving family dinner. I know that all families have issues, but it is sad...especially during the holidays. I moved home to be close to family, and within 12 years I have managed to have many of them not speak to me!
Rick, myself, my mother, our president, the Pope...not one of us is perfect! But we must forgive and forget. I think I can do that...but maybe others do not have that capability. I forgive them for that too.
jojo
PS - And on that 'no one is perfect' subject...I realize NOW that my last post has a typo in it! I am usually so uber anal about proofing...and yet, I missed it. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!! ;)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Rick's biggest fan?
Last year I went on the 1st annual Rick Springfield and friends cruise. It was a serendipitous experience for me because it was 26 years ago to the day that I had first met him on the set of General Hospital in Hollywood. I was thrilled to talk to him again and get my picture with him (finally)!
This year, my boyfriend (ex) surprised me with purchasing the same cruise…the 2nd annual Rick Springfield and friends cruise. But, he did not purchase the whole thing. You could do the cruise without doing all of the Rick Springfield events. We were just going to be on the same ship as him.
Well, I thought that would be ok. I really had gotten what I wanted last year (a picture). Besides, most of his current fans are a lot more fanatical and zealous than I am now.
We left from Miami. Then cruised into Cozumel. It was a nice trip. Rick gave a free concert of cover tunes on the ship’s deck. But, I knew that there was one event I really wanted to see…he was going to perform his first hit album in its entirety. This was the one that made him a star. He had recorded several before, but his ‘Working Class Dog’ album was the one that had his first hit ‘Jessie’s Girl’ on it and it was his breakout album. It was even played on hard rock radio stations. It was quite respected in its day. But, since we had not paid for the concerts, I doubted I would get to go.
It was Sunday…and we were at sea all day. The ship got all of he Denver news stations for some reason, so we saw a wonderful snow storm going on in Denver…while I was sunning and enjoying cruising the Caribbean!
I decided to go to the spa and workout and have a steam. As I was in the locker room…who comes in but Barbara Springthorpe (aka Springfield), Rick’s wife. I was dressing/undressing right next to her! I had run into her a few times while living close to them in Toluca Lake, California in the 80s. I even remember being right next to her at a gas station. She was filling her black Mercedes convertible…I was filling my brown El Camino! Now, here we are side by side once again...me in my rags and her in her riches!! (I had written a song about her, ‘Barbara Knows’…I was always so envious!). They have been married for 25 years. I can't help but think of how different her life is from mine...or mine from hers. Could she have ever endured what I have? I don't know what life with Rick is like...but, Barbara knows.
Anyway, she went her way and I went back to drinking on the deck! Later, as I was walking by the theater where the concerts were held, I saw they were setting up. I had no idea what was going on but the door was open, so I walked in like I knew what I was doing. It was THE concert that I wanted to see. The ‘Working Class Dog’ concert! Soon Rick was performing my favorite album…the album that I fell in love with him to…the album that I played over and over and over. The album that I owned several copies of (for some odd reason, I just kept buying them!). The album that I knew every word of every song to…
I stood at the top of the theater where no one was sitting … and danced and danced and danced. I did remember almost every word of these songs. I remembered (and screamed out) the order of the songs. He did them in perfect order and exactly as they were on the album. I was thrilled.
Still, I was also melancholy. This album was the one that made my dreams come alive. It was why I moved to LA and really wanted to be a pop singer, performer and/or actress. I wanted to be like Rick! And God blessed me with just enough talent (not as much as him) that I thought I could do it. I didn't want to marry the man (besides he was already taken!)...But, I wanted to work with him. Well, I still do! (I did get to be an extra in his movie in 1984...but, that's not enough!).
So, by the time the last song was played…a slow love song…a beautiful song…I started to cry. I had this song looped on a cassette tape (remember, it was 1982)…and sometimes…many times…fell asleep with this song playing in my ear. Over and over and over.
As he played it... I cried, and cried, and cried. You know, it was a little cathartic. But, it also made me sad. So sad. Why did my life take such weird turns? What a long strange trip it's been.
I have been thinking that I might have lost my love and admiration for this man. I used to be certain that I was his biggest fan…the one who appreciated him the most. Once more, after hearing this album performed...and dancing and singing my heart out, I think I still might be…
Hooky jo
PS - I didn’t start up a conversation with his wife, but did with her companion in the spa. She informed me that there would be a 3rd annual Rick Springfield and friends cruise. Shall I go???? Maybe next year…I will be his peer, not just a fan?!?
jojo
This year, my boyfriend (ex) surprised me with purchasing the same cruise…the 2nd annual Rick Springfield and friends cruise. But, he did not purchase the whole thing. You could do the cruise without doing all of the Rick Springfield events. We were just going to be on the same ship as him.
Well, I thought that would be ok. I really had gotten what I wanted last year (a picture). Besides, most of his current fans are a lot more fanatical and zealous than I am now.
We left from Miami. Then cruised into Cozumel. It was a nice trip. Rick gave a free concert of cover tunes on the ship’s deck. But, I knew that there was one event I really wanted to see…he was going to perform his first hit album in its entirety. This was the one that made him a star. He had recorded several before, but his ‘Working Class Dog’ album was the one that had his first hit ‘Jessie’s Girl’ on it and it was his breakout album. It was even played on hard rock radio stations. It was quite respected in its day. But, since we had not paid for the concerts, I doubted I would get to go.
It was Sunday…and we were at sea all day. The ship got all of he Denver news stations for some reason, so we saw a wonderful snow storm going on in Denver…while I was sunning and enjoying cruising the Caribbean!
I decided to go to the spa and workout and have a steam. As I was in the locker room…who comes in but Barbara Springthorpe (aka Springfield), Rick’s wife. I was dressing/undressing right next to her! I had run into her a few times while living close to them in Toluca Lake, California in the 80s. I even remember being right next to her at a gas station. She was filling her black Mercedes convertible…I was filling my brown El Camino! Now, here we are side by side once again...me in my rags and her in her riches!! (I had written a song about her, ‘Barbara Knows’…I was always so envious!). They have been married for 25 years. I can't help but think of how different her life is from mine...or mine from hers. Could she have ever endured what I have? I don't know what life with Rick is like...but, Barbara knows.
Anyway, she went her way and I went back to drinking on the deck! Later, as I was walking by the theater where the concerts were held, I saw they were setting up. I had no idea what was going on but the door was open, so I walked in like I knew what I was doing. It was THE concert that I wanted to see. The ‘Working Class Dog’ concert! Soon Rick was performing my favorite album…the album that I fell in love with him to…the album that I played over and over and over. The album that I owned several copies of (for some odd reason, I just kept buying them!). The album that I knew every word of every song to…
I stood at the top of the theater where no one was sitting … and danced and danced and danced. I did remember almost every word of these songs. I remembered (and screamed out) the order of the songs. He did them in perfect order and exactly as they were on the album. I was thrilled.
Still, I was also melancholy. This album was the one that made my dreams come alive. It was why I moved to LA and really wanted to be a pop singer, performer and/or actress. I wanted to be like Rick! And God blessed me with just enough talent (not as much as him) that I thought I could do it. I didn't want to marry the man (besides he was already taken!)...But, I wanted to work with him. Well, I still do! (I did get to be an extra in his movie in 1984...but, that's not enough!).
So, by the time the last song was played…a slow love song…a beautiful song…I started to cry. I had this song looped on a cassette tape (remember, it was 1982)…and sometimes…many times…fell asleep with this song playing in my ear. Over and over and over.
As he played it... I cried, and cried, and cried. You know, it was a little cathartic. But, it also made me sad. So sad. Why did my life take such weird turns? What a long strange trip it's been.
I have been thinking that I might have lost my love and admiration for this man. I used to be certain that I was his biggest fan…the one who appreciated him the most. Once more, after hearing this album performed...and dancing and singing my heart out, I think I still might be…
Hooky jo
PS - I didn’t start up a conversation with his wife, but did with her companion in the spa. She informed me that there would be a 3rd annual Rick Springfield and friends cruise. Shall I go???? Maybe next year…I will be his peer, not just a fan?!?
jojo
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Link to Winter Park
It didn't show up...I'm sure all can google it if interested...but, here it is.
www.cityofwinterpark.org
www.cityofwinterpark.org
Florida Sunshine
I just returned last night from a 10-day trip to Florida. And this morning I ask…why????
I really contemplated not returning. Florida really suits me now (didn’t when I lived there in 1995-98 with my ex) but now…it suits my soul! But, I did come back. I feel I must be the one here to take care of my father since he has taken care of me. I also have a dog that is 12 years old…Reebok (at least I’ve had him that long…he was a stray and not a puppy when found at my brother’s in Iowa right about this time exactly 12 years ago). He also signifies my return home…as it was right when I got him that I decided to come back here.
I have determined that Reebok is my angel…really. I believe he has watched over me (since he literally does sleep at my feet)for these 12 years. I will stay for him. But, I know he will not be with me forever. So, when he goes, I will go. Not to heaven with him…not right now…but, I will be moving from this place.
This place…this place. In 12 years…I’ve had some of the most horrific events happen to me. Many say it’s all been my own fault. Many say that it’s been due to my bad choices. I can’t say. Many can say whatever they want. All I CAN say is I have to look back at these things and learn (hopefully) and try to be a better person. And not continue or repeat the insanity!
So, forgive me if Colorado is not my favorite place anymore. That darn John Denver sure brought a lot of people here. But, as great as it is…it’s just not for me. And if you love it…God bless ya (and John too)!
Twelve years ago when I got back here…I was SO optimistic that I would find a GOOD man to marry and still be able to have my house and children. But (to copy comedienne, Julia Sweeney’s book), God said HA! I did not find that. Instead, I found all sorts of other things. And those of you who know me well know some of what I found…what I’ve been through. So now, after having been in beautiful, warm, Florida, I think I’ve realized some things about myself.
First, I LOVE warm weather. Florida was fabulous (and yes, I remember the humid, dreadfully hot summers…but, there’s always an air conditioned place to go to)! I return home to ice, snow and bitter cold. I don’t like it. I already almost drove off the road on an ice patch this morning.
Second, I am NOT a mountain, farm, rural person at all! I know most people think it’s so beautiful here…and it IS…but, it’s not all that for me. I really do love beaches and palm trees a LOT more.
Third, I am a SNOB! Yes, I am…and gosh darn it…that’s ok! I realize that I love high class, high society places, people, events. That’s why I’m such a fan of the Los Angeles areas that cater to that…but, there are also some fabulous areas of Florida that do too! David (my ex) knew this. He thought I would love living there (and I should have) as I realized this while visiting the area where we lived…Winter Park, Florida. (I have a link to the city page below…and everyone reading this should visit this place at least once in his or her lifetime!).
This is perhaps one of the prettiest, classiest places in the country. And I lived there…and LEFT IT! I was the Chamber of Commerce President’s wife …and LEFT it! What WAS I thinking? I know leaving the husband was the right choice…but, why did I leave this wonderful place? Many, many reasons…and maybe I needed to leave to realize how great it is (you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone!!).
So, as jazz and classical music wafted from the numerous lovely restaurants, I strolled down the legendary cobblestone paved Park Avenue. What a lovely experience! It is like paradise…seriously. There is a beautiful park with these beautiful weeping willow trees and when I was young…I went to the south and saw these trees and remember thinking at that time…that these trees must be in heaven. They are heavenly! It was heavenly!!! (I will post some pics of my trip on my Facebook).
So, I will endure this existence in Coldorado (and yes, I realize that’s a typo!)…until my angel Reebok leaves me. I also have that strong bond/need to help my father. It is my duty.
I will endure!
(PS…I also went on a cruise that featured Rick Springfield…my 80s favorite…which I will blog about tomorrow…).
Come back to my blog daily if interested.
jojo
I really contemplated not returning. Florida really suits me now (didn’t when I lived there in 1995-98 with my ex) but now…it suits my soul! But, I did come back. I feel I must be the one here to take care of my father since he has taken care of me. I also have a dog that is 12 years old…Reebok (at least I’ve had him that long…he was a stray and not a puppy when found at my brother’s in Iowa right about this time exactly 12 years ago). He also signifies my return home…as it was right when I got him that I decided to come back here.
I have determined that Reebok is my angel…really. I believe he has watched over me (since he literally does sleep at my feet)for these 12 years. I will stay for him. But, I know he will not be with me forever. So, when he goes, I will go. Not to heaven with him…not right now…but, I will be moving from this place.
This place…this place. In 12 years…I’ve had some of the most horrific events happen to me. Many say it’s all been my own fault. Many say that it’s been due to my bad choices. I can’t say. Many can say whatever they want. All I CAN say is I have to look back at these things and learn (hopefully) and try to be a better person. And not continue or repeat the insanity!
So, forgive me if Colorado is not my favorite place anymore. That darn John Denver sure brought a lot of people here. But, as great as it is…it’s just not for me. And if you love it…God bless ya (and John too)!
Twelve years ago when I got back here…I was SO optimistic that I would find a GOOD man to marry and still be able to have my house and children. But (to copy comedienne, Julia Sweeney’s book), God said HA! I did not find that. Instead, I found all sorts of other things. And those of you who know me well know some of what I found…what I’ve been through. So now, after having been in beautiful, warm, Florida, I think I’ve realized some things about myself.
First, I LOVE warm weather. Florida was fabulous (and yes, I remember the humid, dreadfully hot summers…but, there’s always an air conditioned place to go to)! I return home to ice, snow and bitter cold. I don’t like it. I already almost drove off the road on an ice patch this morning.
Second, I am NOT a mountain, farm, rural person at all! I know most people think it’s so beautiful here…and it IS…but, it’s not all that for me. I really do love beaches and palm trees a LOT more.
Third, I am a SNOB! Yes, I am…and gosh darn it…that’s ok! I realize that I love high class, high society places, people, events. That’s why I’m such a fan of the Los Angeles areas that cater to that…but, there are also some fabulous areas of Florida that do too! David (my ex) knew this. He thought I would love living there (and I should have) as I realized this while visiting the area where we lived…Winter Park, Florida. (I have a link to the city page below…and everyone reading this should visit this place at least once in his or her lifetime!).
This is perhaps one of the prettiest, classiest places in the country. And I lived there…and LEFT IT! I was the Chamber of Commerce President’s wife …and LEFT it! What WAS I thinking? I know leaving the husband was the right choice…but, why did I leave this wonderful place? Many, many reasons…and maybe I needed to leave to realize how great it is (you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone!!).
So, as jazz and classical music wafted from the numerous lovely restaurants, I strolled down the legendary cobblestone paved Park Avenue. What a lovely experience! It is like paradise…seriously. There is a beautiful park with these beautiful weeping willow trees and when I was young…I went to the south and saw these trees and remember thinking at that time…that these trees must be in heaven. They are heavenly! It was heavenly!!! (I will post some pics of my trip on my Facebook).
So, I will endure this existence in Coldorado (and yes, I realize that’s a typo!)…until my angel Reebok leaves me. I also have that strong bond/need to help my father. It is my duty.
I will endure!
(PS…I also went on a cruise that featured Rick Springfield…my 80s favorite…which I will blog about tomorrow…).
Come back to my blog daily if interested.
jojo
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Men - who needs em!
That was my favorite song from a production I did in the summer of 2002...I was Sister Amnesia in 'Sister Amnesia's Country Western Nunsense Jamboree' performed at the Greeley Independence Stampede.
It was a fun time. I had just met a man...and I was head-over-heels. My friend in the production was just breaking up her relationship. So, she really would cite this song over and over..."Men, who needs 'em!". Of course, in the context of the show...it is sung by us Nuns...who of course, don't need men to fulfill their lives.
That does need to be the prevailing cry in every woman's life. Yet, I want it so badly. Don't we all? Maybe not nuns, as they've obviously given a lot of thought and prayer to the idea of never being with a man. But, myself and most of my friends...we all want that ever-lasting, love of our lives, passionate, hopelessly devoted...LOVE!
So, where's mine? I have not had great luck with the men in my life. Marriage, divorce. Now, the man from 2002 is one that I have had on-going ups and downs, fits and splits. And now, I'm really trying to end it for good. It is going nowhere...and I should have seen it from the start.
You see, during that production in 2002...I asked him to come see me. I was the star of the show and was very proud of my work. It was held in a tent outside the fairgrounds for the Stampede, which is our yearly 4th of July celebration...rodeos, concerts...and occasionally, theatrical productions.
I saw him poke his head in the back of the tent in the middle of the show. But, he did not stay. He never came to see me in that production. For someone whose life's dream was to sing and act...that alone should have been my RED flag to get rid of him. This could not be the man for me?? Boy, hindsight is sure 20-20.
So, I must now concur with my nun alter-ego (and with my friend) and say..."MEN...who needs 'em!! But, strangely, I still think I do...
jojo
It was a fun time. I had just met a man...and I was head-over-heels. My friend in the production was just breaking up her relationship. So, she really would cite this song over and over..."Men, who needs 'em!". Of course, in the context of the show...it is sung by us Nuns...who of course, don't need men to fulfill their lives.
That does need to be the prevailing cry in every woman's life. Yet, I want it so badly. Don't we all? Maybe not nuns, as they've obviously given a lot of thought and prayer to the idea of never being with a man. But, myself and most of my friends...we all want that ever-lasting, love of our lives, passionate, hopelessly devoted...LOVE!
So, where's mine? I have not had great luck with the men in my life. Marriage, divorce. Now, the man from 2002 is one that I have had on-going ups and downs, fits and splits. And now, I'm really trying to end it for good. It is going nowhere...and I should have seen it from the start.
You see, during that production in 2002...I asked him to come see me. I was the star of the show and was very proud of my work. It was held in a tent outside the fairgrounds for the Stampede, which is our yearly 4th of July celebration...rodeos, concerts...and occasionally, theatrical productions.
I saw him poke his head in the back of the tent in the middle of the show. But, he did not stay. He never came to see me in that production. For someone whose life's dream was to sing and act...that alone should have been my RED flag to get rid of him. This could not be the man for me?? Boy, hindsight is sure 20-20.
So, I must now concur with my nun alter-ego (and with my friend) and say..."MEN...who needs 'em!! But, strangely, I still think I do...
jojo
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Here piggy, piggies
When I was young on the farm, my dad had pigs. The pig corral was one of my favorite corrals to play in (play with swine and what do you get?). Anyway...they were fascinating! In my make-believe world...the pigs were the town drunks. (All the animals on the farm represented certain things...e.g. the chickens were Germans...the cows were African...and the cats were Asian.) I don't know what nationality the pigs were...they were just drunk...so Irish perhaps? Hey, I'm part Irish (and part drunk) so I can say that!
My best friend Tobi and I would run through the corral and the pigs would chase us up onto the fence! We screamed and screamed. One day my mother heard us screaming and was certain we had fallen into the nearby ditch and were drowning! She ran out (with windex in hand) to save us. She was not too happy to see that we were just running from pigs! (Sorry Mom.)
So, now to hear these little piggies have caused the swine flu, perhaps the greatest pandemic in 41 years, is sad. I'm hearing they will stop calling it that so the pigs don't suffer. The Egyptians have already slaughtered a lot of these poor creatures! What about all that pork that could've fed the hungry?? I'll keep eating my bacon....as I don't know what to think. I've heard so many different things..."It is a pandemic - it is not that bad" , "Stay off trains and planes - live your life as normal". What???
So, when the woman sitting down the hall from me at my current job started hacking horribly, I was concerned. When I learned that she had just returned from a Mexican vacation....I was distraught! I am not usually one to get caught up in hype...but, the coincidence of her vacation and the cough was extremely disconcerting. So, I complained. She was forced to go to the doctor. Now, she's back with a doctor's note saying she's fine...and she's angry and demanding to know who complained! Well, guilty as charged! But, she ain't gettin' it out of me (I've heard this woman scream at people from down the hall)!
Not only do I not want her wrath...I still do not want her GERMS...no matter if her doctor says she has 'no' symptoms. What am I supposed to think when she's hacking (and frankly, anyone hacking that badly should STAY HOME...swine flu or bird flu or no flu) like crazy? NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR THAT!
So, good luck little piggy, piggies. I'll try to still find you fascinating. But, if I get it from her or anyone, or if it hits anyone I love...you better watch your porky butts!
hasta!
jojo
My best friend Tobi and I would run through the corral and the pigs would chase us up onto the fence! We screamed and screamed. One day my mother heard us screaming and was certain we had fallen into the nearby ditch and were drowning! She ran out (with windex in hand) to save us. She was not too happy to see that we were just running from pigs! (Sorry Mom.)
So, now to hear these little piggies have caused the swine flu, perhaps the greatest pandemic in 41 years, is sad. I'm hearing they will stop calling it that so the pigs don't suffer. The Egyptians have already slaughtered a lot of these poor creatures! What about all that pork that could've fed the hungry?? I'll keep eating my bacon....as I don't know what to think. I've heard so many different things..."It is a pandemic - it is not that bad" , "Stay off trains and planes - live your life as normal". What???
So, when the woman sitting down the hall from me at my current job started hacking horribly, I was concerned. When I learned that she had just returned from a Mexican vacation....I was distraught! I am not usually one to get caught up in hype...but, the coincidence of her vacation and the cough was extremely disconcerting. So, I complained. She was forced to go to the doctor. Now, she's back with a doctor's note saying she's fine...and she's angry and demanding to know who complained! Well, guilty as charged! But, she ain't gettin' it out of me (I've heard this woman scream at people from down the hall)!
Not only do I not want her wrath...I still do not want her GERMS...no matter if her doctor says she has 'no' symptoms. What am I supposed to think when she's hacking (and frankly, anyone hacking that badly should STAY HOME...swine flu or bird flu or no flu) like crazy? NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR THAT!
So, good luck little piggy, piggies. I'll try to still find you fascinating. But, if I get it from her or anyone, or if it hits anyone I love...you better watch your porky butts!
hasta!
jojo
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Your 15 minutes is up...
I have ongoing discussions with my co-worker about singers...who we like and dislike. It's such a subjective art. As a singer myself...I am so uber opinionated, especially with females. I tend to be extra picky since I am also jealous of any sort of success...since I have not found my 15 minutes of fame yet.
But, I started bawling this morning...yes, bawling...when I heard the latest about little Miss Susan Boyle, the 'let's give her 15 minutes of fame' lassie from Scotland who found her fame and glory on British TV...and is a little homely. (Notice I did not say ugly...as there is nothing that a 15 minute make up session could not enhance). I do not think she is so fantastic as a singer and believe the only reason people are in such awe is because she is so homely (lazy), but that's another story and comment on our society that many have already writte about. But for now, the story that made me well-up with tears this morning on my treadmill was that now she is going to get to meet and possibly sing with her teen idol, Donny Osmond!
The story told how Donny was her favorite when she was younger and that she learned to sing from singing along with his music. Flasback to 1977...when Jo Dyan was 14 and madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. I too listened and patterned my voice after his! And what I wouldn't give to have a chance to do a duet with my Shaun (even though Shaun is not doing music and focuses on his telelvision production talents). My dream was to one day be interviwed by someone who would ask..."how did you develop your unique sound?"... to which I would answer..."Singing Da Doo Ron Ron!!"...
Yes, it makes me sad. Yes, it makes me cry. Yes, I'm jealous! Where's MY 15 minutes????
jojo
But, I started bawling this morning...yes, bawling...when I heard the latest about little Miss Susan Boyle, the 'let's give her 15 minutes of fame' lassie from Scotland who found her fame and glory on British TV...and is a little homely. (Notice I did not say ugly...as there is nothing that a 15 minute make up session could not enhance). I do not think she is so fantastic as a singer and believe the only reason people are in such awe is because she is so homely (lazy), but that's another story and comment on our society that many have already writte about. But for now, the story that made me well-up with tears this morning on my treadmill was that now she is going to get to meet and possibly sing with her teen idol, Donny Osmond!
The story told how Donny was her favorite when she was younger and that she learned to sing from singing along with his music. Flasback to 1977...when Jo Dyan was 14 and madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. I too listened and patterned my voice after his! And what I wouldn't give to have a chance to do a duet with my Shaun (even though Shaun is not doing music and focuses on his telelvision production talents). My dream was to one day be interviwed by someone who would ask..."how did you develop your unique sound?"... to which I would answer..."Singing Da Doo Ron Ron!!"...
Yes, it makes me sad. Yes, it makes me cry. Yes, I'm jealous! Where's MY 15 minutes????
jojo
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