Today is
the 55th birthday of our most Holy Lady of Perpetual Ass Shaking.
Yup, Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone turns 55 today. Madge has provided the
soundtrack to much of my life, through both the good and the bad. I adore her.
What follows is a side bar from my book that details the day we picked up our
own little Diva. Enjoy. And don’t judge.
This is
an embarrassing side note, but one that needs to be shared. I am a huge Madonna
fan and love everything she has ever done. Confessions
on a Dance Floor was released the day we were to get Anna. As we headed
into town to bring our daughter home, I made Tod stop by Target so I could pick
up the CD. The 20 minute drive into Toledo was filled with the thumping
retro-disco sounds of album. I figured I needed to get this listening in now as
my future had Raffi and the Wiggles penciled in for listening material. The CD
case is still in the pocket of my door, a reminder of just how gay I am.
In case
you still aren’t convinced, I dug up this old Live Journal entry to help
convince you otherwise:
Today truly is a national holiday. It
always is when a new Madonna CD comes out. So, a few of my students
were running to Michael's to pick up some art stuff, and since I am
stuck here until 9 tonight, I tossed one of them a $20 and asked them to
pick up Hard Candy for me. Yeah, I
am the gay for doing that, but hey, what's a true blue fan
to do if he has to work all day when her CD comes out? So far, I like it a
lot. It's not her typical stuff, but it had us bobbing and dancing in the
studio as we previewed it. We were all pretty much into
the groove.
The remixes will probably be killer, can't wait to hear all of them. Not sure what D.J.s are in vogue right now, but they certainly have a lot to express themselves with then they hear this. I hate to rain on anyone's parade, but this truly a great work of art. Certainly not bedtime story material, as you'll want to go and dance, but it isn't frozen in the 70s like the last CD. I could go deeper and deeper into my analysis, but I won't.
The day that Confessions on a Dance Floor dropped was the day that Anna dropped into our lives. Since we couldn't get into the hospital until 9, we dropped by a Target and picked it up on the way to take her home from the hospital. Years from now, when she reads this, she'll probably end up in therapy for that... but hey, she'll live to tell. I doubt she'll be too hung up on the fact that I put getting Madonna over rushing to get her from the hospital. We'll talk, but she'll probably just say... Papa don't preach.
The remixes will probably be killer, can't wait to hear all of them. Not sure what D.J.s are in vogue right now, but they certainly have a lot to express themselves with then they hear this. I hate to rain on anyone's parade, but this truly a great work of art. Certainly not bedtime story material, as you'll want to go and dance, but it isn't frozen in the 70s like the last CD. I could go deeper and deeper into my analysis, but I won't.
The day that Confessions on a Dance Floor dropped was the day that Anna dropped into our lives. Since we couldn't get into the hospital until 9, we dropped by a Target and picked it up on the way to take her home from the hospital. Years from now, when she reads this, she'll probably end up in therapy for that... but hey, she'll live to tell. I doubt she'll be too hung up on the fact that I put getting Madonna over rushing to get her from the hospital. We'll talk, but she'll probably just say... Papa don't preach.
Yup,
that gay.
