So the 2013 inductees into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame have been announced. As usual, there were some glaring omissions, but two of my oft-mentioned faves made the cut: Rush and Heart.
I have become quite the clothes whore in the past month -- ever since I started fitting into straight size clothes -- and I bought a bitchin' new blazer last night.
No, this isn't one of those random thoughts posts -- I'll pull it all together, I promise.
I wanted to wear a Heart shirt or a Rush shirt under my new blazer today, but they were both in the laundry. I bought the blazer specifically to wear over the concert shirts and geek shirts that I spend way too much money on and then only wear to the gym and to bed. I reluctantly settled on a B-52's shirt as I set out my outfit last night and went to bed.
In the middle of one of the nocturnal fiery interruptions to my sleep (every two hours like clockwork) I remembered that I have another Heart T-shirt. The one I mentioned here, but that I never wore because it was too small. I had framed it so that I could look at it every day.
Today I won't be looking at it unless I'm in front of a mirror.
And that? Rocks.