BOTH grandmothers gave my child "Hannah Montana: The Movie" for the holidays. Talk about post-feminist. Anyway, here's "Butterfly Fly Away," a sweet song.
So what's worse, Billy Ray Cyrus' mullet or the soul patch?
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?