Rock n Rolla

I like to rock out, now and then, to something of the heavy variety. Don’t be fooled by the cowgirl persona possums, country makes my skin crawl whereas a little death metal can really get this gal groovin’. The rock genre has always been my fave, so I feel that I am somewhat well versed on the subject. Case in point, the contusion on my right shin that remains 5 months after falling off my chair whilst dancing during AC/DC’s Black Ice show. Not my finest moment, but a great time nonetheless.

I recently read an interview where a popular British rock star (or preppy young lad in a red pea coat) made reference to the Grunge era that took North America - and the world really - by storm in the 90’s. Brandon Flowers of The Killers took a stab at the late great Kurt Cobain in an interview with the UK’s Daily Mail, and I quote "I don't mean it in a bad way, but I think Kurt Cobain and grunge took the fun out of rock 'n roll. Everything's changing, though, and it’s starting to become a lot more playful and brighter." I’m sorry? This from a man whose surname is ‘Flowers’ and is responsible for this song?! Are we human or are we dancing? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. If that is considered rock, Lady Gaga is the next Madonna.

Speaking of ‘Gaga’, I can’t help but gag-gag over her latest look. Lady Gaga; she’s neither a Lady nor a Gaga - discuss. Rachel Zoe will be choking on her 100 calorie lunch over this one...


I suppose it’s no better than this...

...or this. Good god.





I won’t be blogging next week as I’ll be kicking it in Cuba - mojito in hand. Look for the Urban Cowgirl Does Cuba post upon my return. Before I bid you a ‘hasta luego’, let’s rock out proper, shall we? Peace out possums. x