My friend works as a barmaid and is studying to be a teacher and drives a valiant and rides a motorbike. She knows all about women in rock, my bandbuddy. She suffered sexual abuse and still gets sexual harassment. In late seventies England as a child they dressed me as a punk, that was before I ever heard the Eurythmics Sweet dreams. A blindfolded Annie holding out a heart, a blindfolded justice. Now Lady Gaga is the goose that lay the golden egg, and big hearts like mine are beating as I’m hearing her song.It ends and the rain rings out on a tin roof. A songwriter in the wilderness, a deer in the headlights. I have followed these Divas, tried to find reasons, there’s a song for all seasons.