Moms Really Rock
I recently had this idea that not enough mothers were out there singing their stories since most music is by and for adolescents, except for Kenny G and who the hell listens to him. Actually I can think of other exceptions, but the rant wouldn’t be so pointed if I kept on listing all the exceptions. Anyway, point is that I was already working up my Time to Play band in my head, writing songs for airguitar, you know. And what do you know but someone had the idea before me! And next year baby, I’m so there. You be there too. (Check out Mampalooza by clicking on the title up there.)
Yeah! Moms rock out.
Although I wonder how many songs they’ve written about hemorrhoids, Mr. Rogers, balloon crises and small people trying to hand you boogers. There’s clearly plenty of material left.
(And how many of you know how to spell hemorrhoids spontaneously? Because I’m a reasonably good speller and that one had me stymied.)
