Midnight, and I’m waiting on the 12:05.

Should I be ashamed of my love for Juice Newton?  Because whenever “Queen of Hearts” comes on the radio, I start rocking out all white-boy style while everybody else – and I mean, even the ubiquitous barroom 80’s guy – sighs deeply and rolls their eyes.

During my commute this morning, I got her cover of “Angel of the Morning” stuck in my head.

Look at that hair!  She’s beautiful in that witchy MILF next door way.  Like she’s out there gardening and you’re just 15 and watching her from your bedroom window and masturbating in a sock.

And how can anyone bad mouth “Queen of Hearts?”

It’s the 80’s answer to Gram Parsons, really.  Except…there might be a talent gap.  But there were lots of gaps in the 80’s.  What’s important about “Queen of Hearts” is that Juice gets kitted up in fetish gear. Okay, I take back the Gram Parsons comment.  It’s the Emmylou Harris connection that brings him to mind.

So…fetish gear.  I should qualify that.  I’m not talking Bananarama style fetish gear, so don’t go taking off your pants and clicking on the link.  I consider old west clothes to be fetish gear.  Is that bad?  Especially when she dresses like a cowboy. She’s really sexy when she’s behind bars.  But most women are.

Of course, you don’t have to scratch too deep before you’re reminded why people sigh when she comes on the radio.

I’d be more involved and actually try to put up the pictures and make those Youtube links pretty, but the computers at my day job are retarded and now I’m mad.