New Artist of the Year?

Dear GRAMMY People,

Esperanza, I'm certain, is fabulous. How can she not be? But, and I'm not just saying this because I'd like to slap a diaper on him and nurse him to sleep most nights, how could you pass up the Bieber?

How could a young yet overgrown Ken doll with more talent in his little toe than most major populations have in all ten grown-up fingers be passed over like that?

And where was Kanye to defend him in his moment of need?

Sheesh.

Other than that (and the mental image of Mick Jaggar without the 10 pounds the camera supposedly adds forever burned in my brain), the show was outstanding.

For an infinitely better analysis, check out my friend, Ron, at http://www.BeDifferentlyOnline.blogspot.com/

Peace out,
Jules

I'm (Still) with the Band

Always a bit late to the table, I have found a New Year's Resolution I might be able to complete. 

Maybe.

I've decided to learn to play one of my favorite '80's anthems, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," on acoustic guitar for our friends' annual fiesta this summer, which includes a margarita contest, a salsa contest, and open mic night. I love margaritas and salsa, we'll see how I take to guitar. Six months to learn to play. And sing.

In the meantime, I am still listening to my basement full of dads pretend, if only for a few minutes, that they are one with Billy Idol. Dancing with themselves.

I'm with the Band

Sometimes I wonder, as I listen to my husband's band practice in the basement, if Rick Springfield's wife ever got tired of hearing about Jesse's girl.

Band Practice

Once upon a time, there was a man named Billy Idol.

Billy had some rockin' biceps, a killer snarl and he loved to jump off things when he sang on stage. He likely hooked up with a number of girls in his day, I do not know firsthand. I was not one of them.

But I do know with 99.9% certainty that Billy Idol never once dreamed someday I, Julie Dunlap, would be blogging from my living room while my basement full of dads worked on their cover of "Dancing with Myself."

He probably also did not anticipate these same church-going dads next tackling Poison. (Talk Dirty to Me.)

And those are two things Billy Idol and I have in common.