Quotes from Laurie Lindeen

The mothers in my neighborhood were screamers and yellers, silent fuming carpet-raking speed cleaners or detached unkempt anticleaners, all-day-luncheon martini drinkers, chain smokers prostrate on the couch with bookcases filled with accounts of JFK and Camelot.

HOW does a music lover transform into an actual music maker? What

I'm clutching my favorite record, More of the Monkees. I listened to that album incessantly, thinking that Davy Jones might "forget that girl" and find the kindergarten siren of his dreams. I look like a five-year-old mod with dark circles under her eyes.

That's the deal with pop stars; you're expected to share them with the masses. I hated the idea.