Roar

Katy Perry's video Roar.

I love it!

I cannot believe how "poppy" I've become as of late.

I used to be a die-hard classic rock and roller.

Aerosmith, Eagles, The Police, The Rolling Stones, ACDC, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Scorpions: all them make me wanna scream: YEAH BABY!

But now?

I still love them, but I find myself gravitating towards Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, and, and, and... ONE DIRECTION!

Yikes.

It's really spooky and discombobulating.

Yes, it unnerves me, but why should I deny it? I'm just surprised as I continue to evolve (aka age) that I keep on resorting back to my tween years in music preferences.

I mean do they even still print Tiger Beat Magazine? I still remember swooning over Leif Garrett.

Yeesh.

Will I be downloading the Tiger Beat App to have it at fingertip availability?

But I can't deny how much I've been enjoying pop music. I still dig the rock-n-roll, but I'm adding all sorts of songs to my YouZeek playlist.

So after listening to Katy's Roar song for the bazillionth time, I've decided two things.

One: I'm at an age where I don't owe anybody an apology for my likes and dislikes. Yes, I'm an old curmudgeon wench now and I am definitely entitled to like Pop and Rock, as discordant as that may seem to be.

Two: I own it. Yes there is nothing to hide behind. I own it. I proclaim it. I...

ROAR it.

So you can tsk tsk and feel sorrow or just plain annoyance with me, because some of you might be gasping at my admission, or reeling in disgust, and some of you need to pick up your chins off the floor already because....

I say to you: oh well.

But in the meantime I've got some roaring to do.