Hubby Steve and I went to see the Black Crowes last week—Steve and the band have been tight since the late 80s and I came into the fold a few years later.  We all stood around backstage, looking at each other, and somebody said, “How in the hell did this happen?”  We’re all forty.  Or older.  I don’t feel forty.  I don’t even think I feel thirty.  People my age don’t drive around in their car listening to Superchunk, singing at the top of their lungs.  But wait…those…

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Rob Sheffield is probably a genius.  That’s no reflection on him that he’s only probably one, it’s just that I’m not qualified to say who is and who isn’t.  What I can say, with certainty, is the reason why I think he’s probably a genius. I loved his latest book, “Talking to Girls About Duran Duran”, because Rob manages to conjure the exact way it felt to be a teenager in the 80s.  Some might think that would only take a mention of Frankie Goes to Hollywood and…

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