The Solillaquists of Sound – New Sheriff in Town

Soul Coughing – Bus to Beelzebub

The Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie Smalls) – Party and Bullshit (ratatat remix)

From the rear view mirror I could see my daughter flashing me the devil horns from her car seat and I thought:

This is the life. This is freaking awesome.

I was all “Hey, you guys like Guns N’ Roses? Cool. I love this album!”

And my kids were super cool they were all “Yeah, we like rock and roll!”

They were even thrashing a little bit. This is what parenthood should be like, right? Your kids are supposed to like what you like.

For example, my son is absolutely obsessed with all things Star Wars. He probably says the words “General Grievous” at least twelve times a day on average. He keeps asking me if I like the Rebels or the Sith better, and if I say the rebels then I am lame because clearly the Empire is far superior and he would be happy to explain why in great detail.

It is a little bit freakish, but I have remind myself that at our wedding his father and I chose to walk into our reception to “The Imperial March” by John Williams, so I guess glass houses and stones and apples and trees and such.

I was feeling really good for the first time in a while. I was enjoying being a mom. I was having fun. That was when it hit me.

“It’s So Easy” has a lot of curse words in it. I mean A LOT.

Axl Rose sure says “fuckin’ ” a lot. Maybe I have overestimated my parenting skills. Perhaps I should hit skip a few times and see if I can find something more appropriate. Oh yes, “Mr. Brownstone”.  A song about heroin is much more suitable for six year olds. Skip. Skip. “Your Daddy works in porno now that mommy’s not around…” Skip. Skip. Skip. “I’ve been thinkin’ bout thinkin’ bout sex…”. Screw it, I give up. We’ll listen to “Rocket Queen” and I will just answer any uncomfortable questions about what that means when we get home. I mean, can it be any more awkward than explaining c-sections, pubic hair or why they should stop saying “sexy lady” so much? Nope. I’m good.

Then we enjoyed the rest of our ride. We rocked some more.

And when we got home I distracted them with food.

I’m either a really good mom or the master of misdirection. Did I tell you guys about the free Bon Jovi tickets?

See?

Plus I posted a picture of Jon Bon Jovi practically naked over there, so what are you waiting for?

I totally used to have this exact poster on my wall.

Alas, I’ve said too much. Go win tickets.

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Damn. Felix Mendelssohn is out of my network.

Seriously people, can I get an introduction around here?

You know who else is on LinkedIn? Bach, Beethoven, Mozart… I don’t mean to be crass, but I was under the impression that you had to be alive to have a profile. I guess I was mistaken.

I remember what the doormouse said, I just have no idea what to do with that information.

Love,

Sarah

I first heard when Laurie sent me a text message. We were just talking about him yesterday when we had to explain “the goat” to my mom after Claudia kept doing this in pictures.

That sucks. He was a legend. My thoughts are with his family and his fans.

Who cried for the children? He did.

And he never took himself too seriously.

Rest in Peace Ronnie James.

Sepultura – 7 – Biotech Is Godzilla Found at abmp3 search engine

I guess Death Metal Wednesdays are really paying off!

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I can’t think of anything either.

Choralis is a first rate community based choir in the Washington D.C Area. Besides being kind enough to let me in, they also provide scholarships to 12 students each year. Gretchen Kuhrmann is an amazing director and I suggest you come see us perform if you are in the area.

Of course if you can’t I understand.

But, I promised these people I would raise $100. Running a choir isn’t cheap, providing scholarship is expensive.

I figured that if I could get each of you to give $1 (or $5 if you are loaded or really into choral music) we could probably raise $100.

I know things are tight, and I know we aren’t curing cancer, but I figured you guys could all spare a dollar for a noble cause.

The paypal button below will let you donate directly to Choralis leaving out the middle man. If you feel more comfortable going through me, my e-mail address is goonsquadsarah at gmail dot com and I can get the money to the choir.

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Then your husband makes you listen to this.

To “assist” you in getting Die Antwoord “Enter The Ninja” out of your mind.

Yeah, so just when you think it could not possibly get any worse, you walk into Old Navy where you learn that some douchebag covered “More Than Words” and forgot that the only good thing about that song was the harmonies, so they sing it solo or you walk into a nail salon and hear a muzak version of a Santana song that sounds like it a robot was playing the sitar.

You might think you’ve hit rock bottom, but you would be wrong.

Because this is the worst thing – ever:

Oh, and I’m sorry. I forgive you if you are hitting unsubscribe. I deserve it.