Keidis's spittle and cracked tooth were things to hide in my pre-1991 conception of bodies and appeal, and there they were, front and center, set off by metallic body paint and lipstick.
Read MoreThe video for "Smells Like Teen Spirit" made me deeply uncomfortable. There they were, on the screen, mocking everything I'd spent my entire adolescence trying to be.
Read MoreDuring the late '70s, I had eschewed punk rock in favor of a retro '60s sensibility. While my friends sported safety pin earrings and skull t-shirts, I walked around in tie-dyed wraparound skirts and embroidered Chinese shoes.
Read MoreAt Warped the bands we blared in our bedrooms and from the Hyundai's trusty speakers became real. Punks gathered, young and old, to throw their fists in the air and slam their angsty bodies into each other.
Read MoreJump into the wayback machine and head to the '70s, when the man manes were flowing and the pop songs were poppin'.
Read MoreWe just need to use this gift that the universe has sent to us. I mean, who doesn’t like to listen to some creepily lyric-ed 'Private Eyes' every once in a while?!?
Read MoreForevermore, "Macarena" is linked to the grandmother of my adulthood, one I miss very much. And every time I hear that song start, I smile.
Read MoreI announced to my family that our all-Prince-all-the-time vehicular mourning period (moan) would extend to Black Friday (what?) at which time The Artist would be replaced by Christmas CDs (loud groan).
Read MoreWho wore it better? The ladies who can't play instruments in 'Wild Thing' or the ladies who can't play instruments in 'Addicted To Love'?
Read More"Mr. Jones" remains catchy, but a lot of it seems to be about objectifying women and wanting to be Bob Dylan.
Read MoreRonnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, and Johnny... Where to begin?
Read More"Hotel California" clocks in at 6:30 — which is about six minutes longer than it should be.
Read MoreI no longer lust after the body, but my love for the man endures.
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