Yesterday morning I had a fairly graphic dream in which Rick Springfield was trying to hook up with me. He was divorced and a little down on his luck, but was really into me. I felt oddly creeped out, despite loving him when I was a kid. It seemed weird for a 54(in the dream)-year-old man to declare that we had a future together after just meeting in a parking lot outside a casino. He also said it was between me and some girl named Natalie, and he would decide later. Sounds like Rick Springfield is a playa.
I know it's never going to happen because I looked up his actual age: 57. Rick Springfield is 57! And, as far as I recall from Access Hollywood, he's still happily married. And I'm sure he would be disappointed that I don't want to hear any of his music except for a few songs on "Working Class Dog."
Which reminds me... SPIN is a ridiculous magazine because they list that "Working Class Dog" is good. I think we all know that it's barely good. Does it really need to be ranked at the same level as Spoon's "Telephono/Soft Effects" just because it's reissued? The short answer: no.
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