I've Built My Whole Life

'revenge' Is A Shameless Soap In The Style Of Eighties Shoulder-pad Slap-offs Like 'dallas,' 'dynasty' And 'falcon Crest.' Yet There's No Wink-wink Camp.

Madonna Was So Flamboyant In Terms Of Her Look, Her Style, Her Public Pronouncements, Her Religious Taboo-smashing.

If The Girls Keep Dancing, Everybody's Happy. If The Girls Don't Dance, Nobody's Happy.

The Sax Solo As We Know It Today Would Not Exist Without Gerry Rafferty. His 1978 Soft-rock Classic 'baker Street' Has To Be The 'ulysses' Of Rock & Roll Saxophone, Giving The Entire Chorus Over To Raphael Ravenscroft's Sax Solo, Creating One Of The Seventies' Most Enduringly Creepy Sounds.

The Word 'repulse': I Hate This Word. I Believe 'repel' Is A Perfectly Good Word, And 'repulsion' Is The Noun, As Well As The Title Of An Excellent Dinosaur Jr. Song. A Compulsion Compels You; An Impulse Impels You. Nobody Ever Says 'compulse' Or 'impulse' As A Verb. So Why Would You Ever Say 'repulse'? This Word Haunts Me In My Sleep, Like A Silver Dagger Dancing Before My Eyes. Renee Looked It Up And I Was Wrong. But I Still Kind Of Think I'm Right.