#MAGGIE MAE ROD STEWARD FREE#

There are competing claims as to who was the first to play 'Maggie May' on the air. But others flipped the single and played 'Maggie,' forcing Mercury to put it out as a single. Some stations played 'Reason To Believe' it peaked at #62 in August 1971. Stewart's record company, Mercury, didn't think it was a hit either, so they used it as the B-side of the 'Reason To Believe' single. Running 5:46, it was considered an oddity with no hit potential and nearly left off the album. You know my name’s Margaret, right? We role-played that “sailor come home” fantasy game ONE TIME.There is no real chorus in this song, but plenty of vocal and instrumental changes to keep it interesting. Do you need bus fare to get on back to school? And don’t forget to collect your books!Īnd P.S. The last few months have been amusing, and I wish you luck in your future endeavors. The last two definitely seem like ideas you just pulled out of your ass or examples of extreme white male hubris and confidence, but you do you, sweetie. Why, why, why are you telling me these things? I could not care less whether you go back to school, make a living out of playing pool (sure, buddy, great idea-you’re basically Paul Newman!), or find yourself a rock ’n’ roll band. Oh, and regarding your thoughts about the next steps in your life. 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.

#MAGGIE MAE ROD STEWARD FREE#

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? Hey, you pompous little asshole, I was sleeping.

Maggie mae rod steward