You can blame this next month of posts on my fellow-CN writer, Howard Moore. Who, by now, is either rolling his eyes far back into his head or taking bets I can’t accomplish this. Or both.
Howard noticed – with horror and revulsion, I might add – that I had made several Peter Cetera references in two recent posts. (See: Explanation of my jones for “Dr. Wu” vis-a-vis Cetera, and Why singing Cetera songs in the car might portend new employment.)
For the uninitiated, Peter Cetera was the former bassist and singer with the seminal 70’s rock band, Chicago, one of the original lineup of seven masterful players. He left he band in the mid-80’s, for what turned into a now 30-year+ successful solo career.
When you write a blog for awhile, it’s easy to get stale.
Like everything else, it’s often best to go back to your roots.
When I began this blog back in 2015, it was posited thusly: “Humor – Music – Passion – you know; the GOOD stuff.”
That mission often was derailed, too often (24 times!) by Donald Trump. I say, time to get back on the funny, sexy music train!
Hence – the 30-Day Peter Cetera Challenge!
Several of my compatriots here at ChicagoNow have done similar challenges, including from Tara Scalzo’s blog, Red & Company – her hilarious 2013 30-Day Sex Challenge, and Nina Kushner Vallone’s 30 Days of Gratitude 2015 from her blog, You Know Neen (there’s also one for 2016).
So, the bar has been set. Am I daft? Can I do it? Can I tie Peter Cetera into my writing and make it relevant/interesting/amusing/entertaining for 30 days?
Hey, if he can fight for my honor, the least I can do is show him (and you) what one good woman can do!
Cetera say, “Come orbit Planet Michelle! Ooo-oo-ooo! If you know what’s good for you! Oooo! Just type your e-mail in, and give my girl a spin! Ooo-ooo mama! It’s a win-win!” Can’t argue wid dat, mah babies! So do like Cetera say! No spam-ola; opt out at will (but why, baby?)
(Or e-mail me old-school: planetMichelle4u@gmail.com