Cyndi's Politics

The Democratic National Convention has been taking place right in our backyard this year. My mom has been volunteering down in Denver for one reason or another, getting all pumped up just like everyone else for the upcoming elections. I have never seen Denver so festive and alive. It's pretty inspiring. Everyone has their Obama garb on, and looks quite optimistic. Anyway, my mom with her DNC connections was able to hook me up with 2 half-priced concert tickets to go see a couple of artists play at the Fillmore as a benefit for human rights I think. All of this is great, and uplifting, and fun, but honestly, we just wanted to see Cyndi Lauper. What a spunky little squirt she is. I don't know how old she is now, but she can work it more than ever! She has great legs and she knows it, showing them off in sparkling tights and short shorts. Of course she ended with Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, but she brought out her son to do it with her. How cute he was! A young boy who could bust a move like none other his age, ripping off his sweatshirt to reveal an Obama shirt. What a fun family that must be. Can you imagaine? This is my mom, Cyndi Lauper. 

Notorious P.I.G.

Being that there aren't many days remaining in August, I thought I would fill some more useless space. I am at the University now, and I'm well on my way to feeling like a scholar in training. I'm all moved in and finally feeling like I can call this cell of a place "home". I've brought in some inspirational posters and tidbits to keep myself feeling like myself. For example, on my desk I have hanging a torn out page of a magazine with a  picture of some kids climbing up and and around into a the most mix and match-y tree house I have ever seen. I don't know how that thing possibly stays together, or if it is even is functional at all, but I guess that's why I love it. Still someday, I hope I'll have one of my own. "What else is here" you ask? Well, a viking head, and 9 portraits of Biggie look-a-likes trying out for the Notorious B.I.G. biopic. These are the things that will keep me going this year. 

I'll Put On My Little Red Shoes

Today the mail came with the usual stack of bills and catalogs plus two boxes addressed to Lyndie. A black leather motor jacket, and a Loretta Lynn CD. I can tell this is going to be a good day. I have been meaning to listen to this dynamic duo super team of a CD for sometime now. The combination of Ms. Lynn and Jack White seems right up my alley. So, 4 years after its production, a copy finally finds a way into my eager ears. It's about time! I plugged it in right away, and low and behold, it's everything I knew it could be. I love it when this happens. Today will be a good day.  

The Loss of the Shaft Mastermind

I'm no obituary writer, but this is a shout out to one of my favorite artists who kicked the bucket yesterday afternoon, and I mean this in the most polite manner, Isaac Hayes. Before my trip to Memphis a couple months ago, I had only a vague knowledge of his career. However, after the enlightening soul and funk, blues and country experience, I know better, and thank goodness for that. The original P.I.M.P. is how I like to think of him. While I was in Memphis, I witnessed the set of a movie at the historic Peabody Hotel. After asking a man and woman both with very Rastafarian-esque hair, I was informed that the movie starred both Bernie Mac, and Isaac Hayes. Unfortunately, both have passed now, and I wonder what will happen to the movie. Did they ever finish shooting it? I found this tid-bit of information ironic, and slightly disheartening. It's always a little more eerie when death occurs after a personal account.