Cracklin' Rose

This is the second time I've tried to post this. I think the Blog gods sucked the first post into the ether because I had a truly gay title. "I'm adamant about Adam Ant." Clever? Not so much. This one is much better.

Okay, where was I? First of all, if all is going well, you're listening to the soothing tones of Howie Day's collide. Big ol' thanks to Shellbug for showing me how to do that. Except, that that cool html site? It doesn't have my music and it makes me officially way the hell old. Where is Adam Ant? Y'all he made some seriously fun videos back in the day. Post-coital pirate diving over a piano? Check. Marco Pirroni eating fried chicken from a bucket? FROM A BUCKET, people!!! Check! Phil Collins drumming in the background of Puss in Boots?? Check. Sorta. Phil wasn't actually in the video. Where have all the dandy highway men gone, I ask!

What? Who's Marco Pirroni? Bite your tongue. Yes, go ahead, bite it. I'll wait. *deep breath* Marco Pirroni is ONLY the best guitarist in the WORLD. Well, one of them anyway. Not only did he play for Adam, he played for Sinead I hate the pope so I'll go bald O'Connor, and lots of other people I think. But I'm certain about Adam and Sinead. Plus he used to date models. A Lot. And he's not even conventionally attractive. At all. BUT, he's verbal and intelligent and has a very interesting stance on this whole Kate Moss/cocaine debacle.

Anyway, back to Adam. Dear Adam, In case you were googling your name (as we're want to do) and it brought you to my humble blog, rest assured you're not forgotten. I don't care that you momentarily lost your marbles and waved a fake firearm around a crowded pub, or that you shaved off your beautiful black curls and bleached them Big Bird yellow, OR that you backed The Spice Girls (THE SPICE GIRLS????), OR that you spent a few restful court imposed weeks under the care of the state. I still love you. I will be 90 and loving you. My pre-final words will be a raspy shout out to the BEST SONG EVAH! Because "Wonderful?" Was written for me. Come back, Adam. Come back.

And bring Marco with you.

And? If you find it? My youth.

Ant Music for Sex People,

Rose's Mom