My Life with Annie Lennox: Nostalgia
I don’t use the term “lifelong hero” frivolously. There are a lot of people I respect and wish to emulate; Annie Lennox, however, is the only “lifelong hero” I’ll ever have. I need her.
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Join NOW!I don’t use the term “lifelong hero” frivolously. There are a lot of people I respect and wish to emulate; Annie Lennox, however, is the only “lifelong hero” I’ll ever have. I need her.
...morePerhaps part of what prompted me to get clean and sober was the fact I kept making myself uncomfortable.
...moreOh, Annie, I thought, opening a can of beer. We’re going to be okay. Aren’t we?
...moreWhereas I once was “Abby, the girl who harbored a ridiculous but harmless amount of love for that weird ’80s singer, Annie Lennox,” I was now suddenly “Abby, the girl most parents might want their teenage children to avoid.”
...moreAnnie Lennox dressed as a man! Surely she’d bound her breasts for that video, which meant I was not, in fact, the only weirdo in the world who did it.
...moreOne minute I was an awkward but content little teenager listening to Diva on the school bus ride home, the next minute I was dabbling in pyromania and setting strands of my own hair on fire.
...moreI had enjoyed the song “Black Rainbow” from their upcoming LP, Heaven, so much that I’d actually thought, “Hey, this would be a great song to have a migraine to.”
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