--- I would not want to pay Catherine Zeta Jones' legal bills. That is one litigious chick.
And this isn't the only thing she's ever called her lawyers to get stopped. The Smoking Gun has quite a file on her. Go here and peruse at your leisure. I personally enjoy the letter she
had her lawyers send to the media to stop associating her name with the
Atkins Diet. Apparently, her name is too valuable to be associated with
something that comes with health risks. {Snort}
It's obvious that this woman is very interested in branding herself,
like laundry soap. She's taken a page out of the Donald Trump book and
is following it to the letter. If you want to use her image or her
name, you have to pay for the privelege or you'll hear from her
innumerable lawyers. And she's not even that good of an actress. She's
not bad, but she's no Meryl Streep. Everything about this woman screams
"GOLDDIGGER" to me. It's like she belongs in a Barbara Taylor Bradford
novel---where the heroine creates a master plan about how to achieve
fame and fortune to escape the horrific circumstances of her youth and
lets nothing stand in the way of success! She sacrifices, she sticks to
the plan, she marries very well and she succeeds---and then she meets
the man of her dreams and her perfect life---the one she's sacrificed
everything she stands for--- is thrown into jeopardy because she's met
her one true love, even though she's married to another....
I could go on, but I think you get the point. Her life is a
frigging romance novel---and a bad one at that. Ugh. I keep waiting for
Catherine to dump Michael Douglas. Because you know it's going to
happen. I watch him with interest at all those public events they show
up to. He was besotted with her in the early years of their
relationship---now he looks like he's less than thrilled to be
there---and more importantly---less than thrilled that he's with her.
He did the "I adore my wife" business so well in the early stages that
now it's obvious something isn't quite right between the two of them.
He looks bored with the whole situation; like it was fun to have this
beautiful woman on his arm at one time, so the obvious publicity
reasoning for them to be together didn't matter so much, but now that
it's blatantly obvious...weeeeeeel. I dunno. It's curious, though.
Really, really curious. --- That's enough celebrity gossip for one day.
It's time to hit the next ten CD's that we dumped yesterday.
11. Tori Amos Boys for Pele: Mr. H. has an opinion on this. I quote: "
I am not pouting - but come on - Tori and Sheryl - my god girl, what
were you thinking!!! Now, I know how you feel about Sheryl, but Tori -
that is the album Talulah's name came from. How could you? No, I
totally understand, that was one of those "wierd" albums she did. I
have always had a softspot for the Harpsichord, so I really like that
one...but all that aside, it's one of two albums she has done that are
an acquired taste. You have to really love her to love them. So, I'm forgiven...until I got to the bottom of his daily email. "...Now
that I think of it more, I really, really do like that album, and you
are on my "Bad Music Decisions" list... I mean you also had 2 copies of
a Dave Matthew's CD - I don't own ANYTHING of his....
Oh, well. Such is life. I'm constantly disappointing friends and
family---why should today be any different than the other 364 days of
the year? I just didn't like this disc---he's right: it IS an acquired
taste. And it is one of her WIERD albums---really friggin' wierd. I've
decided that I like Tori more on a song by song basis, but an album of
her stuff is just too much wierdness for me. Oh, and just in case you
were curious, "Tallulah" is Mr. H's car---a black Saturn LS200. Mr. H.
names his cars---just like we do. His last Saturn was named "Jezebel."
12. Basia, London, Warsaw, New York: Right now you're going who the hell is Basia?
I can only refer you to the Amazon page for this album because there
isn't much information out there about her on the web. She's Polish and
she's got a really good voice. I'm Polish and I won't even attempt to
spell out, let alone pronounce her last name.
My sister originally introduced me to her with her Time and Tide disc---which I have and kept. It's bouncy 80's pop, but the song Time and Tide is one of the best songs I've ever heard---its well written and orchestrated and the result is outstanding. I bought London, Warsaw, New York but it never took hold.
I wonder where she is now.
13. The Black Crowes The Southern Harmony and Musical Compilation:
Amazingly enough, this is the only disc the husband and I had in common
when we combined our CD collections. I gave one disc away years ago,
and now the only copy we had is GHANDI. The Crowes got "deep" on this
album---and it was really only good as background music for those
evenings when you wanted to sit down with a bottle of Southern Comfort
and mourn about the losses in your life. Somewhat depressing after Shake Your Money Maker.
14. Garth Brooks, No Fences:
This is mine---obviously. The husband spent his formative years as a
headbanger in the middle of Iowa. It therefore follows the course of
logic that he hates country music. I will fully admit I was once
infatuated with country music. This CD represents my entire infatuation
with that particular genre. I went to college in Iowa. I was a little
sister at a fraternity that recruited farm boys. It's no small wonder
that I was introduced to a lot of country music in the process. But
this was the only country CD I ever bought. And just to piss off the
husband, I will further admit I LIKED IT, TOO.
This was a fun CD. "I've got Friends in Low Places," was a great
drinking song. Lots of fun. "Unanswered Prayers," was also particularly
beautiful. I'm glad, at one point in time, I helped Garth along. He
seems as if he's a nice guy. It bothered the husband tremendously that
I had this CD in my collection. It's made him chafe for the entire
duration of our marriage that there was one country music CD in our
joint collection: I think he was afraid anyone perusing the collection
would mistakenly think it was his, but I don't think he liked the fact
he might be tainted by the association, either. And while it secretly
gave me pleasure to tweak him by simply holding onto it for years, it's
gone now because I haven't listened to it in years because it's
scratched to hell and skips like a mofo---which I had forgotten about
until after I left Cheapo yesterday. Whoops.
15. Bullet Boys. If there was an actual name to this CD, I had no idea.
It's the husband's and it came with him. He's never listened to it that
I can remember---so off it went!
16 and 17. Melissa Etheridge, Never Enough and Yes, I Am:
If you think that Mr. H was ticked off about me dumping Tori and
Sheryl---just wait until he hears that I dumped two of Melissa's discs.
I'll be dead by sundown. It was nice knowing all of you. I should
qualify and say that I'm a big fan of Melissa's earlier work. I love
the Red Album (that's what we call it---it's her self-titled debut
album if you should ever go looking for it) and "Bring Me Some Water"
is one of the best songs EVER. I also adored Brave and Crazy. But these two? Never Enough
was very melancholy, for the most part. It didn't have Melissa's usual
spunky attitude, which I love. Curiously enough, Melissa had too much spunkiness on Yes, I Am
and it just turned me off. Don't know why---it just did. It's chi was
goofed---out of balance--- ultimately and it just didn't ring right to
me. 18. En Vogue Funky Divas: Where did these chicks go? Are they
still out there and I just haven't heard about it? I dunno. I loved
their vocal stylings---way back in the early 90's. I still have a
fondness for them today. "Never Gonna Get It" is great, but I think I
outgrew them.
19. Everything But the Girl, Walking Wounded: Another Columbia House freebie, but it was a goof. It didn't have the one song I wanted---"Missing You"--- on it. Ghandi.
20. Great White, Twice Shy:
This is another one of the husband's. WOO-DAMN-HOO. If having Garth
Brooks on the CD shelf embarrassed the husband, Great White (and the
damn Motley Crue collection that he refuses to part with) was an
embarrassment to me. The other night when I was sorting the CD's for
disposal, I tried to get rid of Skid Row as well, but it didn't happen.
That we got rid of this disc made his refusal to part with Skid Row
easier to deal with.
