Ronnie James Dio lost his battle with cancer this morning.
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.
I was making coffee this morning when I overheard my five year old twins singing this little tune at the breakfast table.
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What is funnier than a young, tough looking man wearing big jeans and a hip hop t-shirt in a quiet library blasting his iPod so loudly that you can hear Phil Collins begging you to take a look at him now?
I can’t think of anything either.
I don’t do a lot of fund raising on Sarah and the Goon Squad but this is something that I believe in.
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.
Just when you think you have the most annoying song on the planet stuck in your head.
(NSFW)
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.
