Indian Princesses

the author, circa 1992

Britney: For The Record

I, along with (undoubtedly) a million other people, watched Britney: For The Record. 

And all I can say is that as much as I was waining being on the Britney "Comeback" Wagon, my faith in her has been restored.

Especially after she said she was like The Karate Kid. 

You go, B.

You go.

I've Found Jesus.

A while ago, I was involved in a conversation concerning Ryan Adams. I admitted to only having a few of his songs, so my friend gave me copies of "Love is Hell" and "Rock n Roll." Today of all days I finally got to sit down and give a good listen to "Love is Hell" and, well...

this shit is like taking a bullet. 

It is so good that its frightening. 

I honestly cannot remember the last time I heard an album that is so raw and real that you can actually feel something. 

Kudos, Ryan. I wish there were more real artists like you that can successfully evoke the same emotion in your audience as you had when you recorded it. 

(Key track: "This House Is Not For Sale")

Now, please excuse me while I try to pry myself off the floor and get to class...