Sheri’s First Rally

I went to my first rally today in protest of our own piece of Personhood law making it’s way around the Oklahoma legislature. It was an emotional day and there have been some emotional weeks leading to today’s events. I can’t wax too poetic….I’m an expert on nothing but my own heart, and even then I’m inconsistent. But I was compelled to show my face at the capitol today. I’ve been reading this piece of legislation and other pieces that seem to be pushing the radical right agenda and I am frustrated. Oklahoma is a loving, beautiful place and I am embarrassed that things like this are being pursued by my government. Have your morality and beliefs. Keep them. In your churches and your communities. But leave them out of my government. And my body. And my daughter’s body. And the bodies of my girlfriends and their wives and her sister’s and her cousin’s and….and….and…

Embarrassment and frustration aside, today was positive because I learned that I am not an island. There are others and they are every shape, sex, age and color. I also got to hear this in person today:



Also, here’s a bit of a highlight reel:



Electric Blue

I woke up with a song in my head for the silliest of reasons and it isn’t worth sharing. But this is:


This is a classic, addictive 80s song. I nearly assumed it was written by Dianne Warren or some massive song catalog writer like her. Upon googling for song details, though, I’m surprised. Clayton will laugh out loud when he learns it’s co-author is John Oats.


Which is now all I’m hearing as I listen to it for the 5th time. It’s like Hall & Oats, but without the soul/jazz element. Almost sounds like something a Journey spin off band like Bad English would have produced.

I loved Electric Blue fervently back then and I love it now. But because I was a poor kid in small town Oklahoma, I didn’t have MTV and only now am seeing the video.


Ida Davies, the lead singer, is rocking a mullet with super tight business in front and a beautiful flowing curly party in back. He’s wearing a nearly ankle-length black leather trench coat and a flat passion in his eyes that screams, “I am so uncomfortable filming this video.” His band mates share a similar sentiment that is far less hidden as they sort of tease each other, giggle uncomfortably and make fun of certain parts of the song. I’m impressed that the video’s director let that all stay in. My favorite piece of 80s stereotype — the saxophone solo — is in the song and prominent in the video. No 80s video would be complete without the skinny vixen wearing too much makeup, too much hair height and a spandex dress. Toward the end of the video we are treated to her back lit silhouette thrashing and twirling along a brick wall meant to look like an alley.

What’s your favorite bad 80s video?

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