So here’s another daily entry for the award winning, internationally acclaimed feature that we call Blonde Tracks, because they are music tracks by blondes.  Deal with it.  We use this feature to get through the universally recognized worst time of the year, the time after the Super Bowl and before the ice on the sidewalk thaws out so you can go outside and throw a ball around without the risk of a slip and fall where you crack your head open on the pavement.  If you held a gun to my head and demanded that that I name a worse time of year, you better have the nutsack to pull the trigger, because I couldn’t name one.

Of all the blondes to make this list, Sheryl Crow is the greatest artist, so far at least, and time is running out.  If anyone can name a better example than Sheryl Crow of a woman getting blonder and hotter as she got older, that is why blogs have a comment section.  

I’m not going to get into Sheryl’s past with the bicycle guy, or with Kid Rock in the Picture song.  I mean, Kid Rock had a different girl every night in the hotel, fueled up on cocaine and whiskey, wondering if he would ever change his ways, before he put Sheryl’s picture away, lying next to her.  Ooooooooooh.  Sheryl knew something just ain’t right, and hadn’t heard from him in 3 damn nights.  Whatever, we all have a history at this point in our lives, right?

Sheryl looks a lot like someone who, every now and then, comes to mind.  Although my name was called, I found a place to hide.  She has a boyfriend now, but she is still always on my side, which is nice.  “Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away.”  That’s the truth, I guess.