Google “Def Leppard – Love Bites” and see how many hits you get tagged “Def Leppard Love Bits”. Seriously. It’s pretty entertaining.
Did you know that Def Leppard -collectively- hail from Yorkshire? I like to bring this up periodically in conversation with The Husband. Because it irritates the crap out of him. And I'm the kind of person who feels compelled to irritate her husband. It’s for his own good.
The Husband will claim that Def Leppard annoys him because they're "a bunch of untalented wankers who couldn't get real work, just like the rest of us". In reality Def Leppard annoys him because they were a bunch of untalented wankers who couldn't get real work just like the rest of them and proceeded to make millions of pounds selling records. Which means many, many people must have liked them. Many, many old people.
This is for Angie A. She’s one of those old people.
And Angie A, you inspired me to write a poem:
Emo Is Dead
Emo is dead.
Get over it.
And get a sense of humor
While you're at it.
What, you’re like twelve, right?
Hmmm…. I think “Emo Is Dead” is a great name for an all-girl punk band. Feel free to use it for your next musical venture. No charge. A gift from me to you.
PS The brilliant verse above isn’t about Angie A, just in case that’s what you were thinking. Well, because for one thing, she’s not twelve. I did say she was old, right? Right. (heh heh heh… Ang, you’re still younger than me, for what it’s worth.)