Lipstick on the Mic: The 5. 6. 7. 8s

 

Woo hoo hoo hoo

You know them but you don't: they appeared as the house band for the Toyko club House of Blue Leaves in the movie and soundtrack to Kill Bill, they've had their songs sampled in various commercials, participated in several festivals, served as the opening act for several big names, and is a favorite on Little Steven's Underground Garage. 

From Wikipedia: 

The 5.6.7.8's formed when Sachiko and Yoshiko "Ronnie" Fujiyama, two sisters from Tokyo who both shared a passion for rock and roll, founded the band in 1986 with two other members. Originally, the line-up consisted of Yoshiko on vocals and guitar, Rico on second guitar, Yoshie on bass guitar and Sachiko on drums. After several line-up changes (including the bassist Yoshiko "Yama" Yamaguchi, who was the bassist featured in the Kill Bill movie), the band eventually became a trio after Rico's and Yoshie's departures. Yoshiko and Sachiko are still the main components in the band, and now Akiko Omo has rejoined the band as the bass guitarist (She originally joined the 5.6.7.8's in the early 1990s)...

... The 5.6.7.8's music draws from multiple genres of American music, including rock and roll, surf, rockabilly, doo-wop, punk rock, and psychobilly. According to Yoshiko "Ronnie" Fujiyama, the band wanted to "deconstruct rock 'n' roll into punk music by using distortion and noise and screaming." The band's influences include Chuck Berry and Sex Pistols. The 5.6.7.8's sound has been classified as garage rock, rock and roll, garage punk, punk rock, rockabilly, roots rock, surf punk, and surf rock.

Notable songs include Woo Hoo, Walk Like Jayne Mansfield, I'm Blue, and The Barracuda. 

December 2025: The Fifth Monkee, Bob Rafelson

A wool hat and a couple of buttons away from the full-on Monkees uniform

The man behind the curtain. I'm tired, so I'm lifting this from imdb: 

Bob Rafelson was an American film director, writer, and producer. He is regarded as one of the founders of the New Hollywood movement in the 1970s. Among his best-known films are Five Easy Pieces (1970), The King of Marvin Gardens (1972), and The Postman Always Rings Twice (1981). He was also one of the creators of the pop group and TV series The Monkees (1965) along with Bert Schneider.

From wiki:

Rafelson said that the idea for the show was inspired by his own misadventures while playing in a band in Mexico, which predated A Hard Day's Night. Rafelson said, "I had conceived the show before The Beatles existed," and it was based on his time as an itinerant musician more interested in having fun than in earning a living. Raybert Productions sold the idea to Screen Gems, and the band that they created was The Monkees.

Rafelson and Schneider won the Emmy Award for Outstanding Comedy Series as producers in 1967. He has cited the series' "radically different way of cutting and doing a half-hour comedy because there were interviews that were interspersed [and] there was documentary footage."

He was nominated for an Oscar for Five Easy Pieces and had a long, successful career, retiring in 2002. He passed from cancer in 2022.

Project 3867: It's All in the Details

Keeping it clean

Annnnnnd... we are back to cars.

You can't ignore the two bays and ample parking space on the property. But what service is missing in CP? 

Dave has lamented the need to have his truck detailed: someone to go in and clean it from top to bottom. Vacuum the interior, wipe the dash, and polish the chrome. 

Take care of the details. 

And people are funny about their cars. I'm in several Bronco owners groups and some lose their minds if someone breathes on their trucks wrong, let alone washes it wrong. 

One bay will be dedicated to being a soft touch, done-by-hand car wash. Softest shammies, squeaky clean windows and mirrors, polish up the black walls on the tires, get the chrome sparkling. 

The second bay would be dedicated to car detailing, getting every speck of dirt picked up, every goldfish cracker removed, and back to you with a new car smell. 

Inside, the shop will be dedicated to extras so the customer can maintain appearances: phone accessories, cleaning supplies, even mini trash cans and air fresheners. A peg board for local mechanics to shill their businesses.

I'd even resurface the parking lot with sparkling blacktop and bright lights that make the cars gleam. I really want to resurface that blacktop. 

Edited to add: I wrote this series early in 2025 as I was brainstorming ideas and concepts for the property at 3867 West River. Sometime in October, the site has a new tenant, and it appears to be back to being a garage. Best of luck to the new tenants!

Why Art Matters: The Random Pursuit of Knowledge

Wagner's Ring Cycle, as depicted by Bugs Bunny

So I'm in the throes of doing competitor analysis, and Hillsdale College is practically insufferable in the haughtiness of their noble pursuit of academic and intellectual pursuits. 

This opinion is pretty rich coming from someone who graduated from a party school with a marketing degree. BUT I was a double major, with a minor!

What I'm wondering - and this is a mashup of a Why Art Matters and Typing Out Loud - is if it is more respectable to obtain your knowledge from studying the classics, such as Socrates and Descartes? Or is it equally okay for a more modest collection of knowledge bites to occur, such as the series Uncle John's Bathroom Reader?  To paraphrase Elaine Benes scolding Jerry on Seinfeld, "Your knowledge of fine art is limited to Bugs Bunny cartoons." 

I suppose it is more direct and earnest to go straight to the source, but there is a joy to organic curiosity, or as I have described it, "falling down the rabbit hole." 

This year, I have been keeping a journal, cataloging something new learned every day. It has not been easy, and I am currently behind. It all started when I drove by the Big Rapids airport on January 1, and Will randomly asked me what the airport code was. I did not know. 

When I worked at Walgreens in the late 80s, we had to wear a button with the slogan "If I don't know, I will find out!" which reflected the corporation's enthusiastic approach to customer service. I liked it because instead of a chastised approach to ignorance, it framed the pursuit of finding out as a mission. 

How Glass Onion led to deck chair restoration. Before...

After!

Because of this wonder, I paused to watch birds swooping and flocking, only to find out that it was a murmuration of starlings. The song Glass Onion clued me into what a dovetail joint is, which led to  Facebook binging videos of furniture restoration, which also led to obtaining free furniture from the Marketplace to be restored. I cannot wait to start working on upcycling my free wicker furniture! 

Many years ago, a casual reference to the Stonewall riots on the show Mad Men led me down the rabbit hole of the many facets of the civil rights movement from the 60s that weren't covered in high school US history class. It wasn't just about the Vietnam War - this was about women's rights, migrant workers' rights, the rights of African Americans, and, for Bob Benson, who showed up hurt in Joan's apartment, the rights of the LGBTQ members of society. 

I'd be interested to know what professionals in the field of education and academics think. Is this considered surface bites of pop culture, no more nutritious than a McNugget, or are you eager to see the spark and cultivate it to something richer and more substantial? 

I type this as Duo Lingo's bird of knowledge is applauding day 2 of my learning some awkward Spanish. 

The Cereal Project: Cameron Frye Figurine

Cam as a Funko

Lego version of Cam, Sloane, and Ferris

And a Minecraft skin

I'm kind of bummed these already exist, but this demonstrates how iconic Ferris and Cameron are as characters. Take Cameron's brown hair, make it gray, take Sloan's doll, put a Detroit Tigers cap on it, and there's your dad and daughter team. 

Typing Out Loud: Enjoy Your Stuff

But I still love presents...?

The time is nigh for making the annual wish list for stuff under the tree and in the sock. I still love presents but there are people out there struggling to make ends meet. And I'm the team leader for not only the Replenish food bank Giving Tuesday initiative, but I'm also in charge of the Christmas storefront for the department's swag. 

I'm already tired of shopping. 

I was late in doing my Marie Kondo cottage cleanup. The rules up there are simple: if it's something we haven't used in a year, out it goes - no clutter at the little house on the river! Since we've barely been up the last two months, we were able to look around the house with fresh eyes, and this weekend, we got clutter off the counters by hanging, tossing, or putting it away. We were up two weeks ago to clean up leaves and winterize by putting the outdoor furniture away. And by away, I mean putting that set at the curb with a free sign, and it was gone within a half hour. 

That made clean-up easy. 

Another phenomenon that happened was cleaning the cupboards to make a food donation to Replenish. Because they do reject donations of expired foods, I paid close attention to the dates on my packages and cans. 

Oops. 

One of the funniest moments in the show Married With Children is Peg feeding Marcy some very stale popcorn while watching their shows. Marcy openly questions the freshness of their snack, and Peg holds it up and declares, "Marcy, it says 'BEST' by 1979." 

Welp, I made a package of "best by 2017" brownies, and that freshness date is there for a reason; those brownies are thick as a brick, and went down just as hard. 

So I will be doing another vigorous cleaning of our cupboards, and using up the near-expired or just past-expired foodstuffs in a variety of dishes in the coming weeks, and reminding myself not to hoard my stockpile in the future. 

So, where does that get me for Christmas? 

Not wanting much, to be honest. I'm horrified by how much we haven't used, enjoyed, or consumed of the things in our house. Going back to Peg Bundy, there was a Christmas episode where she sent the kids up to the bedroom to get a clean shirt from the closet to re-wrap for Al. 

Dave could honestly do that in my closet, and I would be delightfully surprised. 

Today's attitude would give way quickly to a mad desire for the Black Friday Tieks, as I have been known to go to bed with my credit card in hand for the midnight release. But Friday morning will inevitably give way to shuffling through the ads and talking myself out of buying one more trinket. 

This is still so cute

Maybe it's time for another house purge. Instead of wanting another teapot, I'm enjoying one I have had for more than 20 years. It still pours. 

Lipstick on the Mic: The Bangles

 

In the 80s, they were Everything

The Bangles formed in 1981 in Los Angeles and are known for their jangly, Beatlesque guitar sound, which is often referred to as the Paisley Underground style. The classic lineup consists of sisters Debbie and Vicki Peterson, Susanna Hoffs, and Micki Steele. 

The band really is a who's who in rock - Micki was a Runaway before she was a Bangle; Vicki is in the Continental Drifters with sister-in-law Susan Cowsill; Debbie has recorded and toured with indie artist Matthew Sweet; Sweet has collaborated often with Susanna Hoffs, who has also worked with Norah Jones, Neko Case, and Brian May. There are further entanglements with the Go-Gos, Bette Midler, Chrissie Hynde, Cyndi Lauper, and Girlschool, making theirs a true musical sisterhood. 

They were the cool girls of '80s rock with outstanding songs like Be With You, In Your Room, Following, Hazy Shade of Winter, Going Down to Liverpool, and the number one song of 1987, Walk Like an Egyptian. 

Marriage, motherhood, and diverging interests led to the breakup of the band after the release of the stellar Everything album. They reunited for the Austin Powers soundtrack, contributing the catchy Get the Girl.  On the strength of that single, they recorded one more album, Doll Revolution, in the 00s before Micki retired to rescue animals and do session work. They have since brought back their original bassist, Annette Zilinskas, for additional albums and tours. 

November 2025: The Fifth Monkee, George Furth

This guy had an odd range in his repertoire

You gotta hand it to theatre kids - they will do anything to create a character. 

George Furth (who I believe had his name misspelled in the credits for one episode as Firth) appeared in two episodes of the show, first as a jealous suitor competing with Peter for Valerie's affections and the second as a creepy occultist attempting to bring Ruth Buzzi's husband back from the dead. 

But a guest appearance on a rock and roll sitcom is merely a drop in the bucket for this guy. 

After graduating in the early 1950s with a bachelor's degree in theatre from Northwestern, he made his way to Broadway and the Actors Studio, debuting on stage in 1961, a play titled A Cook for Mr. General. He then worked collaboratively with Stephen Sondheim on musicals such as Company and wrote several plays, including Twigs, The Supporting Cast, and Precious Sons, as well as a book for The Act. He was a librettist, which is the person who writes the plot, responsible for drawing the story along between songs. 

Shall I go on? 

On the small screen, he appeared in shows such as Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman;  I Dream of Jeannie; That Girl; Green Acres; Batman; The Odd Couple; Happy Days; All in the Family; Murphy Brown; L.A. Law; Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman; Murder, She Wrote; and Little House on the Prairie. 

Little HOUSE?

On the big screen, he was in The Boston Strangler, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Myra Breckinridge, Blazing Saddles, Shampoo, Oh, God!, The Cannonball Run, The Man with Two Brains, and Bulworth. 

His last IMDb acting credit was in 1998; however, his last writing credit was in 2004, penning lyrics for the musical The End, which was reworked under the title Last Call. Furth passed in 2008 after a long, strange, and interesting career. 

As a Generation Disappears

Aunt Doris

Ciocia Tina

It's been a sorrowful year as I lost my Aunt Doris, my mother's sister, in May, and Ciocia Tina, my dad's sister, yesterday. 

With Doris' passing, this means my mother is the only one left in her immediate family; Tina's passing means that my father's immediate family is now gone. Generationally, all that is left are widows/widowers: Uncle Jerry, who was Tina's husband; Uncle Stan, who was married to Aunt Doris; and Aunt Donna, who was married to Uncle Bob, who died back in 2011. Nonnie and Uncle Bill both died within a few years of each other.

There was a horrible situation where technology failed me, as the message I got from my mother's phone translated as "Hi, your mom just died. Talk to me..." after I had missed calls from my sisters and Dave; for about 10 horrible minutes yesterday, I thought my mother had passed. 

So I know how I will react when I get that news. Typing this a day later, my stomach still hurts. 

These losses make me feel like both a child and an adult. There's a shift in the universe, where I feel like my generation is stepping onto the on-deck circle, ready but not ready to take on the ultimate leadership role. I'm also getting nostalgic, thinking back to those moments when I was a kid, just one of the cousins hanging out in the kitchen for a sandwich and a glass of Kool-Aid, waiting to go outside or down to the basement to play. 

My memories with Aunt Doris are sparse, as she married my Uncle Stan and moved to Texas in the mid-70s. Memories are of her living in the big blue house up the street from where we lived. I thought the house was the ultimate in luxury, as it had a sewing room, a hallway leading to different rooms, a second bathroom, and a laundry chute. But I thought the house in East Jackson was more fun, with a big hill to roll down and lots of neighborhood kids to play with. My cherished memory was of the blue denim jumper she made for me when I was in kindergarten, where she went crazy with all the new stitches featured on her machine, with loopy red, yellow zig zags, and green waves. 

When under Tina's care, there was a hands-off approach to minding us, allowing us to experience the freedom to be absolute brats to each other while playing kickball in the field behind the house or making our audition tape in the red playhouse, singing Bruce Springsteen's "Fire" into a black cassette deck and microphone. 

There was always a gift on birthdays or at Christmas, usually money, giving me the freedom to choose something for myself or tuck it away when I would need it later. My ever-responsible father would usually take it to deposit it into our savings accounts for later. I may not have appreciated it then, but now, as I am typing, I realize that nest egg slowly accumulated, and the $10 saved from my 12th birthday was part of the deposit I put on our first house, having drawn that money from my Kelsey Hayes Credit Union account back in 1997. 

Then I remember the Christmas break trip to Lansing, where the aunts gave each of us $10 for the Chuck E Cheese arcade after having taken us shopping and to the movies. While I had a good time, I also remember wishing, after dumping quarter after quarter into Pac-Man and Paperboy, that I had the $10 back. 

Or the time a substitute teacher insisted I had to ride the bus, mistaking me for the other Melissa in our class. I had a deep desire to ride the school bus and was more than happy to obey. My mother, frantic that I was nowhere to be found, called for everyone to help her find me. My aunt said she would be over as soon as she got Brian off the school bus. Welp, she found me, waving goodbye to her and Brian as the bus pulled away. That resulted in her running after the bus, Brian in tow, all while pregnant with my cousin Kevin. 

I imagine my father has already greeted you in heaven, with a "What are you doing here, sis?" 

When my mom visited her on Tuesday, Tina was weak, in pain, and I imagine, ready to join her immediate family again. I do wonder if there is joy in passing. She lost her father so young, barely a teenager, someone she hasn't seen in 65 years. When you die, is there a greater consciousness where you are a part of everything, or does God ease you into that, aware that the first thing you want to do in the afterlife is just see your family again? 

I'll see you again, Aunt Doris and Ciocia Tina. 

Project 3867: The Garage

 Huh, this idea is already a popular one in South Bend

The football and marching band season for Comstock Park HS is wrapping up. Will hangs out in the basement, and teenagers routinely troop through the house to join him down there. I like knowing where he is, but I wish there were more places for kids to go, hang out, and socialize. 

Here's a liability nightmare of an idea: why not a "bar" for kids? 

What were my tween/teen hangouts? Arcades with Pac-Man, pinball, a snack bar, and the bare minimum. ShowBiz Pizza for Friday night dances, which were immediately lame after the age of 15. AllSkate with a hardwood skating rink and concessions. There was one dance place up the hill from AllSkate, but I wasn't allowed to go there since the kids from other high schools hung out drinking cheap booze and getting into fights. Cruising the Ave, which was basically driving along Michigan Avenue and stopping at various parking lots to hang out with friends until the cops chased us away. 

So far as I can tell, CP has none of that; it's mostly kids hanging out at each other's houses, going to the movies, or (Pia) sneaking off to the GVSU apartments for off-campus parties. Even Oscar, Felix, and Diego would go to school events, come hang out here, and then run to McDonald's, where they were for only a short time. 

That's cool.

So create a destination for kids to hang out and chill. I have no idea what is cool, but provide charging stations for their phones, TVs connected to PlayStations and X-boxes, conversation areas, and a non-alcoholic bar to get smoothies, coffees, and stuff like that. In the garage, a small stage for high school bands to have a place to play, with the opportunity to throw those bay doors open for a larger crowd. 

Do kids even put rock bands together anymore?

Oh man, I hope this doesn't sound like lame mom ideas.

The Cereal Project: Light Up Pen/Stylus

Thinking I'm clever, but you can get these in bulk at 4imprint

School supplies, like rulers, erasers, pens, and pencils, were proven winners as premiums back in the day. One of my favorite cereal box prizes from the 70s was the Sugar Crisp eerily colored glow-in-the-dark pen.

It was an eerie light green that seemed to glow even in full daylight

Gord is a songwriter for whom, given her penchant for writing in secret, a light-up pen is appropriate. And in a nod to modern times, have the tip be a smart stencil/stylus to use on touch tablets.

Why Art Matters: Stevie Wonder, Journey Through The Secret Life of Plants

A blind man making us see

We saw Stevie Wonder in concert last year, a miracle in finding tickets the day of, about eight rows back. He was astonishing in every conceivable way. Doing what I do - obsessing - I read every article I could about him afterwards and was clued into the fact that this album, the soundtrack to the documentary Journey Through The Secret Life of Plants, was considered a huge disappointment by Motown. 

I have to take this criticism in context. It was 1979, and the charts were dominated by disco, hard rock, new wave, punk, and country. Stevie was coming off a decade of dominating the charts and awards shows with R&B funk classics like Superstition and Sir Duke, and albums like Songs in the Key of Life. This album was expected to be another massive hit.

This is none of that. 

This is Wonder as a composer and artist. 

And it's gorgeous. 

Yes, there are hits on this album, Send One Your Love and Black Orchid. But there's also the hypnotic Voyage to India, Come Back as a Flower, Seasons, and the Finale. Honestly, this is one where you drop the needle on track one and listen to the whole thing as a soundscape from start to finish. 

Reading more about the album, the packaging is a stroke of genius. The cover is embossed so you can feel the orchid illustration as well as read the cover in braille. It is scented, igniting another of the senses. I'm now in search of the record, hoping the CD offers the same sensation. 

Reading reviews online, it is clear the fans do not feel the same as the critics, Berry Gordy be damned. Please give it a listen, even if you aren't a Stevie Wonder fan. 

Lipstick on the Mic: The Three Degrees

Funky Divas in the 70s

I once mouthed off that I preferred The Three Degrees over The Supremes. The fact Diana Ross and company were ultimately more successful doesn’t change my opinion. Why?

Fact one: When Will I See You Again

Fact two: Maybe

Fact three: their completely random appearance on the TV show Sanford and Son

Fact four: the theme song to Soul Train, "TSOP (Sound of Philadelphia)"

Fact five: the king of England, Charles III, is their most famous fan

Quick bio: the Philadephia-based group formed in high school in 1963 “because it was fun.” The height of their fame was in the 70s, although they have had random chart appearances throughout the years, most recently in 1998 with their cover of Last Christmas. Sixteen women can claim to be a former member of T3D, and there’s a 2006 documentary of the band. 

Typing Out Loud: Hello, is this thing on?

Back when my hair was brown in my first Facebook profile picture, 2007. 

That was three pairs of skates ago. 

I've been writing this thing since 2008, and I like having a history to go back on to see my evolution as a skater, wife, mom, professional, and writer. But traveling to a skating competition this weekend, a friend commented, "Blog - what is this, 2006?"

Damn girl, way to make me feel old. 

But I'm going to continue to create this personal diary of sorts, even if no one else is reading. I used this to create during the pandemic, working on my Leadership degree, sort my feelings as I returned to high school with Will to see things from a parent perspective, and contemplate all things Beatle 55 years after the band broke up. 

Besides, the dirty little secret to anyone reading that doesn't know, there are features of this site where you can set yourself up to publish entries written far off into the future. Why? It's like writing chapters of a book for me. As for right now, I do have entries scheduled for release well into 2029, the year of my 60th birthday - I'm sure I will have feelings about that!

So I will continue to kick it old school and watch my literary journey unfold.  

October 2025: The Fifth Monkee, Charlie Smalls

"I met a girl, her name was love..."

At the end of season two of the show, the band and producers started a transition in the format toward variety, introducing their audience to new and interesting musicians. This was to steer the show away from being a sitcom for season three; instead, the show was canceled.  

As a musical theatre song-and-dance guy, Davy hit the jackpot with Charlie Smalls and, in their bit, discussed songwriting, rhythm, and soul. 

From Wikipedia: 

A musical prodigy, Smalls attended the Juilliard School at age 11 in 1954, staying until 1961. He wrote the song "From Me to You" for Hugh Masekela's 1966 album Hugh Masekela's Next Album and a song for John Cassavetes's 1968 film Faces called "Never Felt Like This Before."

After graduating from the High School of Performing Arts, Smalls toured as a member of the New York Jazz Repertory Company before beginning work on The Wiz. An African-American urbanized retelling of L. Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Wiz was adapted into a feature film in 1978. Smalls also wrote the score for the 1976 film Drum.

Smalls was a Tony, Grammy, and Drama Desk winner for The Wiz. At the time of his death, he was working on a new musical, Miracles. He died of a burst appendix in 1987. 

Typing Out Loud: That Day

If only it were that clean, I could have handled this...

Two days of typing out loud in a row? I have thoughts, apparently. 

Browsing social media over the weekend, a name popped up as a suggested friend.

And hmmmm, no. While not one of the bullies back in high school, she was one who openly made fun of me on one of the most horrible days of my life. 

As any teenage girl can attest, that would be the day my uterus exploded and ruined - RUINED - a pair of pants. 

Sigh. How to unpack this, 40 years later?

To be honest, I am to blame for not taking care of myself. But I was so young, my period was so inconsistent and... violent. I had no forewarning that it was coming, just a sweaty back and then BAM. And I do mean BAM, I would just be sitting there, and suddenly I was soaking wet. 

I panicked. 

I froze. 

I just didn't know what to do. 

And I had a test in my last class, honors English.

I was leaving gym class, where I had feebly tried to clean myself up on the small square of terry cloth given to us to wash after working out. Useless for what I was up against. 

And what of the sisterhood? 

Ms. Hogle, our tyrannical gym teacher? Proven in the past to be unhelpful, zero empathy.

My girlfriends who were in my class? Dealing with their own shit, an embarrassed shrug.

Other girls in the locker room? No one helped, no one suggested going to Sr. Barb for a clean skirt or pair of pants, or even taking refuge in a counselor's office.  No one offered a sweater to wrap around my waist or even to walk behind me to shield me from the stares, the pointing, the laughter. 

And point and laugh they did - I remember turning to see the two of you pointing and laughing. Seeing my horrified face, your faces contorted to hide your laughter, to only twist in glee at my mortification. 

No girl code to the rescue. 

I pulled my sweater down to hide the crimson stain and hurried to class. Preoccupied with my predicament, I didn't do well on that test - and was called up to the front of class by Mr. K, who asked me to clarify an answer to a question; I felt like EVERYONE was staring at my backside. 

I think I threw the pants away when I got home and showered. I didn't cry that day, but the horror brings heat to my cheeks even now, 40 years later. I still cannot believe my frozen panic.

Typing this out sort of helps me come to terms with the fact that every woman has had that moment when their body betrays them. Lord, it happened to me so often that I had the organ ripped out of me as useless about 10 years ago. 

To make myself feel better by typing out my trauma, what did I learn from this? 

I learned in moments of panic to solve the problem first, and panic later. 

Also have a backup plan, I am rarely without an extra set of clothes tucked away to either work out during the day or change in case of emergency. 

I also came to realize, later, when trying to get pregnant, that my PCOS diagnosis really went all the way back to my teenage years. So much blood... 

I also learned grace and empathy for others. Need a tampon? An exit plan? A jacket to wrap around your waist? You can rely on me. 

And also when not to laugh at others.  

You know what - I do have to mention that while I was alone that day, there was one person who did provide empathy when this inevitably happened again, so shout out and love into the universe for Molli, who had at one time told some boys to shut up, then let me know about the spot on my skirt and slide a pad from her purse. You are the girl I needed back then, and I never forgot your kindness. 

As for the other person: I'm sure you are a great person living a great life and have probably forgotten this incident long ago, and I've forgiven you, but sorry - I can't friend request you, even now. It's not you, it's me. 

Speaking of me, perhaps I need to forgive myself. I've let the very worst feelings from that day define who I was back in high school. It wasn't even a day; it was a couple of hours where I could have handled the situation better had I reached out to a trusted source for help. I learned from it that doesn't make me a loser; not now, not then. I was just a 14-year-old girl having a very bad day. 

Why Art Matters: Farley and the Chippendale Sketch

#TeamFarley

Kind of a cautionary tale of art that harms. 

On one side, the "Chippendales Audition" sketch with Patrick Swayze was physically funny as hell, and for Chris Farley, it was a turning point in his career, as he went from new guy to bona fide SNL star. 

On the other side... the sketch was a cruel joke that didn't quite land, and defined Farley's sketch character development until his death. 

The scenario: after countless auditions, it came down to two dancers to take the final spot on the Chippendales roster. To decide, they performed a dance-off. Swayze was technically perfect, and Farley was surprisingly agile, on top of being funny and sweet. The result? Swayze's character wins the audition, and Farley dances in desperation to prove the judges wrong. 

Bob Odenkirk: I hated it and what it did to his psyche... 

Chris Rock: There's no comic twist; it was just mean. And Chris wanted so desperately to be liked. 

Tom Arnold: Chris called me and said, "Now everyone wants me to be the fat guy." 

Tom Davis: He would slap himself so hard that you could see the mark on his face, and that would get a laugh from those writers, but I would see the mark on his face, and I just saw disaster.

Even Chevy Chase warned him not to go out like John Belushi.   

I agree with all of them. There was a tragedy in his character's rejection. The twist that would have been endearing would have been for Farley to win over the obvious beauhunk, as the judges would have fallen in love with his charm, humor, and the fact that some ladies love a full-figured guy. 

While he was a comic genius, once he started to pratfall for laughs, he threw himself around the SNL set at an alarming rate. His eloquent, gentle giant characters, such as the Incredible Hulk giving a eulogy at Superman's funeral, gave way to more Matt Foley exploding coffee table disasters. 

I dunno, many of his sketches were funny at first, and him breaking David Spade in a scene was always a goal. But the physical comedy that gave him his success also limited his growth as an artist and comedian. Tommy Boy got it right when he was the doofus who saved the day and got the girl. 

I wish Farley had seen himself as the winner and not the pratfall guy. 

Project 3867: Pop-UP Fundraiser Shop

 

Been to a car wash lately? Believe me, $5 is a deal 

What if you hosted a fundraiser and no one came? 

Or wanted to do a fundraising event but lacked the right space?

I'm thinking back to the days of the figure skating club hosting a car wash and desperately looking for an appropriate place to do it. We ended up behind a grocery store, struggling with potential customers' inaccessibility to the location and a simple thing like running water. 

I had suggested one time we have a rummage sale in the parking lot at the rink, but rink management refused. 

Then I think of Boy Scouts selling their popcorn outside Walmart and Girl Scouts selling cookies at Menards. 

Could this space serve as a fundraising pop-up shop? Clean facilities, ample parking, WiFi, central location, access to a dumpster, and a marquee where you can display "CP Baseball Fundraiser Here Saturday 9-2" in the heart of downtown Comstock Park? Available amenities include water for car washes, tables and chairs, bathrooms, and a small kitchen for gatherings. Have an event manager on-site to provide keys, troubleshoot, monitor cleanup, and secure the venue after the event is over.

This would not be an income-generating idea, but rather an open space to serve the community, operated as a 501(c)(3) non-profit. Minor rental fee, or else appeal to the local community for donations to keep the lot clean and serviceable. 

The Cereal Project: Movie Buttons

A Frye Family tradition

We liked to cover jean jackets with small buttons in the 80s, so for my birthday, let's give away some buttons! 

One of the endearing qualities of John Hughes' movies was that they were highly quotable. Even to this day, you could say, "Neo-maxi zoom dweebie," and another Gen Xer could tell you who said it, what movie, and in what context. 

But the movie is fictitious, no script is written, and thus far I've only imagined abstract plotlines and madcap scenarios. A basic plotline, told in buttons? 

Save Gord! 

She needs to get from Detroit to Miami ASAP!

For the Battle of the Bands competition! 

To perform her song, here's a quote! 

Lipstick on the Mic: Maria McKee and Lone Justice

 Press pic - they were on the verge, what happened?

When I get in my rockabilly mood, I inevitably trot out my two Lone Justice albums and get weepy over the lyrics to Don't Toss Us Away. Back in the 80s, they were a band on the verge, opening for U2, an appearance on Saturday Night Live, and respectable radio and MTV airplay. Linda Ronstadt was a fan and personally advocated for Geffen Records to give them a chance. Maria's beauty was likened to the era's other It Girl, Madonna, and her vocals were blessed by Dolly Parton, who said she was "the greatest vocalist any band could ever have." They were a rock critic's darling, their self-titled debut album among the decade's greatest. 

So what "didn't" happen? 

One theory is that as industry favorites, those two albums were held in such regard that the band could not meet the exceedingly high expectations, and any result outside world domination would be a letdown. 

Thinking of what was going on in pop music at the time - Duran Duran new wave, Prince's funk, Madonna's dance pop, salsa pop from Miami Sound Machine, Billy Ocean's sax-heavy light rock, light metal from Bon Jovi - was there any room on the charts for their brand of country rock? I know I loved it, but I can name only one other friend, Liz, who dug it. 

Then there was the fact that music in the 1980s was highly visual. This band was heavy on groove but a little light on teenage girl crushable faces. Maria, while beautiful and feisty, resisted becoming a cover girl to sell her music. The record label rebuilt the band around her in search of a more radio-friendly sound and MTV look. 

It didn't work, and the band broke up in 1987. Maria pursued a solo career, landing on a few soundtracks, including Pulp Fiction. The rest of the band went on to other acts and session work. There was a record released in 2024, well after two band members Dan Heffington and Gregg Sutton passed away, serving as a sort of reunion/swan song. 

I consider my taste to be pretty mainstream but I'm a sucker for acts like this. I have recently started listening to Little Steven's Underground Garage again, and my body seems to crave more of this. I wonder what another indie group from that era, Tommy Conwell and the Young Rumblers, is up to? 

The Fifth Monkee, Julie Newmar

Gorgeous

Appearing in only one episode, I present the head-in-the-clouds laundress April Conquest, as portrayed by Julie Newmar. That each of the bandmates fell in love with her is no surprise. 

Reviewing her stage, screen, and film credits shows she started on stage in 1940 in a production of Alice in Wonderland, and her most recent was in 2019, playing a doctor in the series Dark Shadows. That's 79 years!

She has always been an outspoken advocate for LGBTQ rights, becoming a cultural icon and object of affection in the movie To Too Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. 

Fun facts!

In the early 2000s, she settled a feud with her neighbor Jim Belushi by appearing in his sitcom to poke fun at the argument.

She is a classically trained pianist. 

She was involved in community real estate and gardening, improving property values and enforcing noise ordinances in her Los Angeles neighborhood.

Circling back to her role as April and her love of fabrics, she holds two U.S. patents for improvements on pantyhose and bras. 

At the time of writing, she is a healthy, 92-year-old living with her son. 

Also at the time of writing, I am contemplating pulling the program I choreographed back in 2021 to The Girl That I Knew Somewhere to revisit it. My polka dot dress is ready to go and I will be a Class IV skater very soon.

Typing Out Loud: Fit and Fashion

Maybe in 1991…?

Went shopping for a few niceties today and, as per usual, exited through Macy’s. Of course, there was a detour through clearance, where I found this pure sweetness on clearance for $5.

Five bucks!

But since I’ve resisted impulse purchases - thanks to binging on Hoarders - I wanted to be sure it fit before I spent a dime. 

It reminds me of the bid dresses the girls at colleges across the country are wearing while they hit Tik Tok while rushing Delta Gamma, AOPi, DZ’s, ZTAs, and others. The dress was sweet, flirty, flouncy, but also…

Young. Too young. It fit great - oh, what it did to my waist! - but it just isn’t who I am anymore. I could have gotten away with it for Phi Gamma Nu bid night when I was 22, but not a run to Aldi at 55. 

I don’t know how I feel about it other than kind of sad. I wanted to feel pretty, and it just felt like a costume. Like I was trying too hard. Definitely not dressing my age. But I’m not ready to swing the other way toward heavy double knits and old people's clothes.

I’m just saying there's a reason I’ve never skated to Disney either. 

I have other thoughts on the phenomenon that is currently rush week at all those southern schools, but that's for another problematic time. I hope all of this is for your own empowerment, ladies, and not exclusively for the approval of the male gaze. Remember how they felt about the Barbie movie. 

Post #800 - Project 3867: The Crock Pot

Raise a tureen to post #800! 

I love making soup with fresh ingredients

This summer has been hot AF, but as summer is winding down, my brain shifts from salad to soup. 

I may not be the greatest cook, but I am pretty good at soups and stews. So why not open a soup bar similar to the dearly departed Applegate's in St. Louis?

From a visit in 2011, the beloved Applegate's soup bar

Offer a buffet of crockpots serving a variety of soups. You have your standard everyday soups, like chicken noodle and chili, but rotate in seasonal fare: something lighter for summer and heavier for winter. On Fridays, you might offer clam chowder and lobster bisque, and in the fall, a hearty vegetable soup. 

Step it up on the cracker/crouton selection, as I'm snacking on Schuler's rye chips. Why wouldn't you offer Cheez-Its with cream of tomato or wheat thins with beef barley? 

And for those on the go, soups that are sippable and snackable while driving. I bet I could get a soup-to-go food truck for late-season football and winter sports.  

And a nod to the original inspiration - always have tomato basil ravioli soup on hand. 

The Cereal Project: Puzzle Book

Cover inspired by tagger art from the rail yards in St. Louis

I loved the activity books my aunt and uncle would give us annually for Christmas, which featured word searches, coloring pages, mazes, trivia, and more. Mini versions were also available in cereal boxes, sometimes accompanied by a small watercolor "paint box" featuring dried pigment that would activate with a drop or two of water. 

I envision an 8-page booklet, the first spread is music trivia about Detroit (pp 2-3); the next spread is a coloring page and a word search (pp 4-5); the next spread is another color page and a maze (pp 6-7); and the last page would include The Free Stickers! sticker glue dotted on (artwork featured last month), with a promo for the movie and all the boring copyright stuff that needs to be included. 

Here's the fun stuff:  

How well did you do at trivia? The key should go on page 8, but answers are below!

color page, page 4

word search, page 5

coloring page, page 6

fun maze, page 7

Pulling together a mockup should be fun and easy.  

Key: 1. B; 2. A; 3. D; 4. A; 5. A, B, C; 6. B; 7. E; 8. A; 9. False, the fans were from South Africa; 10. D; 11. A

Lipstick on the Mic: The Andrews Sisters

 

Maxene, Patty, and Laverne - putting the woo in boogie-woogie

Drama from The Spice Girls? Tabloid fodder about Blackpink? People still sore that Beyonce split from Destiny's Child?

Girls, please: in-band drama isn't anything new, take it from The Andrews Sisters.

Laverne, Maxene, and Patty got their start in vaudeville and became successful during the Big Band era, performing their mix of pop, swing, and jazz but also introducing audiences to jump blues and calypso. They had huge hits with Bei Mir Bist Du Schön, Beer Barrel Polka, Beat Me Daddy (Eight to the Bar), Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with Anyone Else but Me), Rum and Coca-Cola, and of course their biggest hit, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. Their style and energy are influential to this day, and can be seen generationally from the likes of Bette Midler, Christina Aguilera, and Sabrina Carpenter.

They were the most popular female vocal group of the first half of the 20th century. Some notable achievements, from wiki:

• 100 million records sold;
• 113 Billboard hits, including 46 top-10 hits;
• 17 Hollywood films;
• Record-breaking theater and cabaret runs across North America and Europe;
• Successful radio programs from the 30s to the 60s;
• Television show appearances through the 50s and 60s.

But then, there's the backstage drama.

Shortly after their parents died in '48 and '49, Patty decided to go solo but didn't tell Laverene or Maxene. Her motivation, while mourning her parents, may also have something to do with her husband leaving her for Doris Day.

Maxene, a closeted lesbian, also left her husband in 1949 to discreetly enter into a relationship with her business manager Lynda Wells.

Patty then sued Maxene for a greater portion of their parents' estate, which led to Maxene's suicide attempt. But not before Laverne and Maxene appeared on the Red Skeleton Show, performing a diss track - in 1954! - entitled "Why Do They Always Give The Solos to Patty?"

Oh no, you didn't!

Patty then sued everybody, including Skeleton, for that stunt.

They tried to make nice in 1956 with a new record but were up against Elvis and rock and roll. They tried to rock with their bobby socks out, but they were labeled last year's news and sent off on the big band/nostalgia circuit.

Then, peacemaker Laverne died in 1967 of cancer.

Maxene and Patty continued to perform separately after Laverne's death, appearing on sitcoms, game shows, concerts, and Broadway. Maxene tried to reconcile, but Patty kept her distance, even joking that the earthquake that occurred the morning they received their star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame was the aftermath of a phone call she had had with her sister.

Maxene mourned the lack of relationship with her sister until she died in 1995. Patty did not attend the funeral.

The Fifth (and Sixth) Monkees, Boyce and Hart

That's some '60s groove baby

Who would The Monkees be without Boyce and Hart?

Individually, they are Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart. Together, they were a singing/songwriting duo who first hit it big in 1964, writing the song "Lazy Elsie Molly" for Chubby Checker. They wrote a string of singles for the Ikettes, Jay and the Americans, Little Anthony and the Imperials, and Paul Revere and the Raiders.

Here's a tidbit for my mother-in-law: they are credited for writing the theme song for the soap opera Days of our Lives!

Don Kirshner brought them on board to produce and perform the pilot episode of the show, writing the theme song and "Last Train to Clarksville". Every original Monkees album (except for the Head soundtrack and 1996's Justus) includes a Boyce and Hart song.

On their own, Boyce and Hart had five hit singles, their biggest being "I Wonder What She's Doing Tonight". 

They went on to write for movies and television and made cameos in 70s sitcoms like The Partridge Family as struggling songwriters. According to the Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll, Boyce and Hart wrote over 300 songs and sold more than 42 million records as a partnership.

The duo worked together and separately throughout the years, notably reuniting and touring in the '80s after the Monkees revival. Hart was nominated for an Oscar for his work on the film Tender Mercies. Boyce taught songwriting in Nashville but struggled with his health and died in 1994. 

Typing Out Loud: Choices

What's right?

My heart is heavy for a childhood friend who lost his grandson to a seemingly random act of violence. And yet, my head is swimming with the story of the act that took his life - so many choices leading up to and in that moment where it didn't have to be this way. 

Playing with guns.

Drug deals. 

A teenager at someone else's house at 2am on a school night. 

Drinking. 

Cowardice.

Is it my privilege speaking, that I didn't have to make the decision in that moment? Am I looking at this from the perspective of having the luxury of better choices - I mean, the choice between a pillow and a rock is one thing, but what about a rock and a hard place? I don't really know, as I haven't been friends with him and his family for a long time. 

But I'm angry at the carelessness of it all.  

All I see of his mother's social media is a stream of anguish since he was shot, and his subsequent death. But her social media before was filled with worry and conflict. 

Sigh. 

The kid was 17, just over a year older than Will. 

I'm just sad.