As a pre-teen in the 1970’s, I spent hours in front of my dresser mirror, hairbrush in hand, belting out the classics.
If I can’t have you, I don’t want nobody baby. If I can’t have you, oh-oh-oh-OH.
Hopelessly devoted to you-oo-oo-ooh; hopelessly devoted to you.
Pretending to be Yvonne Elliman and Olivia Newton John, I’d crank up the turntable, grab my Goody “microphone”, and momentarily forget whatever “tragedy” had rocked my small world that day.
Yep, I enjoyed being someone else. I still do.To read the rest, join me at Faithlifts.