To perform like a "star," to steal the show, and to party with the "Gods"... take the stage, do the dance, and invite yourself.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I'm gonna tell it to you straight. I'm just not a girl who's into Fergie, Lady Gaga, Beyonce (ok, there was that ONE song...), Pink, or any of those other tough chics with lots of booty action, skanky clothes, hyped up sound, heavy synth, and shallow lyrics. It's true. I'm not an easy sell with modern pop music. It's just not that appealing or glamorous to me. But you know who IS one of the most glamorous women I've ever heard? Rosmary Clooney. This gal can croon and swoon and make any song sound like butter melting into toast. I CAN'T get enough of her lately. I've become a Clooney addict (and most people are shocked when they learn it's Rosmary and NOT George (I don't like George much either)).
Look at the simple dance moves, the awesome boots, the honey and syrup voice of Nancy here! Again, many people will take Frank, but lately, it's all been Nancy for me and my house.
And who can forget one of the most classy and beautiful women ever to grace the silver screen? Doris, you were my hero when I was younger, and you still are.
I'm a traveling super nova...living, working, loving, and breathing. I love the way a good Scottish accent sounds, I love singing in the kitchen while I cook, I dream in iambic pentameter (a side effect of all the Shakespeare plays I have directed), my favorite book shops are in Paris and Boston. I am trying to learn the art of feng shui. I like gratitude.