May I remind you whose bed we are sleeping in and whose money paid for that bed? And please don’t refer to yourself as a “blind fool,” that’s super offensive to the visually impaired. I didn’t steal your soul or your heart-contrary to popular Puritan beliefs, single women in their forties are not necessarily witches. God, you twenty-somethings are so emotional. Sure, your earnest lovemaking kept me amused, but you know what I should have coaxed from you? A rent check.Īnd please, spare me your deep poetic metaphors. You know how I pay for that house? With an actual grown-up job that pays me an actual grown-up paycheck. Secondly, you feel like YOU’RE being used? I’m the one with an unemployed twenty-two-year-old poet/student/singer/pool player living in my house. I mean, props to me for wearing you out, but I think you’re reading way too much into this thing. I’m like, what the hell? Okay, he’s cute, whatever. You seemed sad, so I went to give you a hug, which you apparently interpreted as something more. I was trying to be a good friend, maybe lend a guiding hand, when you were whining about wanting to drop out of school. First of all, I’m a woman, so I’m good at providing free emotional labor. Next week I will take my girls’ trip to Napa, where we will drink lots of wine and laugh uproariously about the ridiculous men in our lives, and lucky you, you get to be at the top of that list.Īnyway, I’ve got a few “somethin’s” of my own to say to you. I’ve got my dog, my wine, my self-help books, Brene Brown, and Oprah-all of whom are hell of a lot better company than you. So you can do all the storming out you want. You know what else that morning sun really highlights? Your tiny, tiny penis.Īre you acting out some break-up fantasy you’ve cooked up in your little head, where you storm out of here and leave me all alone because you feel like a first-class fool? Because I’ve got news for you, turns out forty is the new thirty, and middle-aged women are living their best lives. What’s that? “The morning sun really shows my age”? Wow. Do you know how precious few hours of sleep a middle-aged woman gets in a night? I had finally reached a REM state after two hours of lying awake in my perimenopause-induced anxiety fog, and you’re going to wake me up because you think you got somethin’ to say to me? You can follow Rod Stewart on his Facebook page here.Hey, you pompous little asshole, I was sleeping. Wish I knew where this was recorded, but I’m sure someone will eventually tell me. So here he is, Rod Stewart, in 1972 singing “Maggie May” with Ron Wood on guitar with a light cigarette dangling from his lips the entire song. Every Picture Tells a Story achieved the same status at the same time. In October 1971, the song went to number one in the UK Singles Chart (for five weeks), and simultaneously topped the charts in the United States. The song was Stewart’s first substantial hit as a solo performer and launched his solo career. The song was released as the B-side of the single “Reason to Believe”, but soon radio stations began playing the B-side and “Maggie May” became the more popular side. The cymbal crashes had to be overdubbed separately some days later. Drummer Micky Waller often arrived at recording sessions with the expectation that a drum kit would be provided and, for “Maggie May”, it was – except that no cymbals could be found. The song was recorded in just two takes in one session. “Maggie May” expresses the ambivalence and contradictory emotions of a boy involved in a relationship with an older woman, and was written from Stewart’s own experience. In 2004, Rolling Stone ranked the song number 131 on their list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. “Maggie May” is a song co-written with Martin Quittenton and performed by singer Rod Stewart from his album Every Picture Tells a Story, released in 1971. It’s great to see the pre-disco Rod Stewart here, rocking out his first big solo hit, “Maggie May” from 1971 which was actually the B-side to another, but lesser, hit “Reason to Believe.” off his Every Picture Tells a Story album.
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