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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Music

Jingle Bell Schlock

When we bought a used (sorry, ‘pre-owned‘ is the word; BMWs are very sensitive little creatures) convertible this year, we inherited Sirius radio. Now my husband and I have lots of stations to argue about. He likes the fifties channel and I naturally like the sixties. I think he ought to like the sixties – he …

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Driving Me Crazy

I love to go for a drive. But I don’t love being the driver. I like being the passenger. (In the front seat of course. I’m not that crazy about throwing up.) I like when my husband drives and I can: – File my nails – Check my email – Write a blog in my …

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Renaissance Woman

For a little girl who thought culture came from the tin-foiled rabbit ears on the big Sylvania TV  – after all, Ed Sullivan had ballet dancers as well as Topo Gigio – I somehow acquired fabulous Class. I’ve now been to the ballet. (It was just like The Ed Sullivan Show, although no one spinned …

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Marital Harmony

As I’ve previously complained  mentioned, my husband and I do not share the same taste in music. I love James Taylor. He loves The Beach Boys. Mention classical music, and I think Debussy. He thinks Gene Autry. Sexy mood?  I’m all Marvin Gaye; he’s Elvis. We go to a wedding, and I’m hoping for “Mony …

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How To Be Old

I’m normally not much of a concert-goer.  I don’t like crowds and I don’t like crowded parking lots, and I especially don’t like crowded ladies’ rooms.  I put up with all of the above for the love of my life, James Taylor.  Everyone else, not so much. Recently, however, I went to two concerts in …

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