It’s Americana Music Festival time!
Now, don’t get me wrong; I love a dust bowl-y, greaser slick back black hair-y, felt hat wearer-y, foot stomper-y kind of music as much as the next gal, but there’s a time and place for your music. FYI-this is neither the time nor the place.
Sorry to put all four of my feet down on this one, but as you can tell from the breathtaking posture and stance I am assuming, my body yearns for the mellow bass of baby makin music. Bring back the slow yams ya’ll! How about you trade those Cone Mills, selvedge denim, unsanforized skinny jeans for something silky with an elastic waistband. I want to see fabric ripple down your body like a chocolate waterfall! Slow. It. Down.
Today’s Pearl: You like what you like and I’ll like what I like. I’m ok with it and you should be too. Now, pack that jingle, jangle guitar and gruff “whoa is me” and “what is the future all about” lyrics on the back of your jalopy and scoot on out the the west. Leave me Luther Vandross, Boys II Men, and Sade, honey. The only Great Depression in here is gonna be on the mattress! Steam, baby… cause it’s hot.