Sheena Redux-Redux

It was just about this time a week ago (um, 3:15 a.m.) when I returned home from seeing my beloved Sheena Easton in Atlantic City. I've written plenty'o'posts here, so if you don't realize her influence on my love for music, my discovery of Billboard and my subsequent career there... well, then who are you and what are you doing here? Ah, just kidding, cool cats. Enjoy! And plug in "Sheena" in that convenient little search tool to the top left.

Tonight I scoured a Chilean fan site that was utterly exhaustive in terms of content, including some photos I have actually never seen (posted here), in addition to scans of every concert program since 1982—all of which I own, but are boxed up under the bed, sadly. I was deee-lighted to find my absolute favorite Sheena picture (below), which I owned as a poster in college—until one of my clever suite-mates applied shaving cream to the side of her mouth (get it?), which stained the print and filled me with fury. Hey, thanks Bernie! I still haven't quite forgiven you, fat fuck! So I was smacked with a warm fuzzy to find a beautiful scan of that pic, and I just updated my laptop screensaver to flip some 50 Sheena pics every 5 seconds. Now that is a good reason to stay up til dawn... again. Might as well make merry of insomnia.

All together now: "For your eyes only, can see me through the night..."Isn't she gorgeous? God, I love this woman. Sigh.