Noel Gallagher’s Cat Is More Rock ‘n’ Roll Than Justin Bieber…And So Is My Cat!

Earlier this past week, Justin Bieber was two hours late to one of his concerts in London. I don’t know if anybody really knows why or actually cares, but it was apparently a major news story.

Enter Noel Gallagher, purveyor of wisdom and insults. Pretty much every time he opens his mouth it greatly offends someone, somewhere. (Love him.) People think he does this on purpose. Most of the time, though, it results from a journalist asking him a direct, often insignificant and irrelevant, question. Journalists do this because: a) they are actually not all that intelligent and incapable of formulating strong, relevant questions to ask and b) they do have some brains, however, and know that Noel Gallagher has an opinion on just about everything–and his opinions make good copy, drawing more people to their publications/websites.


For some reason, Justin Bieber being late to his concert was a topic of conversation in an interview with Noel Gallagher, and when Gallagher asked why Bieber was late and was told it was reportedly due to Bieber playing video games, Gallagher responded, “That’s not very rock’n’roll, is it? My cat sounds more rock ’n’ roll that that.”

That makes a very good headline, doesn’t it?

And it’s probably 100% true. If there is any cat who is going to be “rock ‘n’ roll”, then it’s probably going to be Noel Gallagher’s. But I’d like to devote this post to my cat and how “rock ‘n’ roll” she is. Because I can.

Meet Ani!


This is when she was just a little bitty baby. She was very, very cute. She still is very, very cute, but she is much bigger now. But this post is about how rock ‘n’ roll she is.

1. She poops in a litter box 97% of the time. The other 3% of the time she drops little turds wherever she wants. I don’t know how or why this happens. She gets excited and leaves the box before she finishes? Maybe. Whatever the reason, pooping wherever you want 3% of the time is pretty rock ‘n’ roll.

2. Sleeps all day. Parties all night. And by “all night”, I mean she decides to wake up and become active when I’m about ready to go to bed and then again very early in the morning when I do not even want to know that I exist. And once I am wide awake and unable to go back to sleep, she is…sleeeeeeeeepy.

3. She just hangs out in my sock drawer, if I leave it open and unattended for approximately three seconds. This is so very rock ‘n’ roll. IMG_0239

And yes, I consider a VHS copy of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid to be a decoration. Robert Redford and Paul Newman are natural beautifiers.

4. I think Noel Gallagher once said that it was a rule for a rock star to wear sunglasses at all times, especially indoors.


She doesn’t own a pair of sunglasses, but she would totally wear them all day if she could. Because the sun is…just…so…IRRITATING!!…when she’s trying to sleep. Which is pretty much all day.

5. She has a personal groomer, chef, and trainer. (Me, me, and me.) Maybe she’s not so much a rock star as she is a PRINCESS!!

6. She likes to travel the world. IMG_0144

Okay, so maybe not. Maybe she’s cried the entire time every time (a grand total of TWO times) she’s had to ride (short distances) in the car. Maybe the ONE TIME I left her for about four days, she plopped down on my carry-on bag as soon as I came home, clearly stating that I was NOT ALLOWED to take that bag anywhere, ever, unless she was in it, too.

7. This just screams ROCK ‘N’ ROLL to me: IMG_0244

8. As does this: IMG_0245

This cat does whatever she wants. Whenever she wants. Rock ‘n’ roll, man. Rock. ‘N’. Roll.

9. She is so so so SO cute. And she knows this. I know she knows this because: a) she acts like she is the queen of the universe 1000% of the time and b) I tell her she is the cutest thing in the world at least six times a day.


Because she is. Obviously. And that’s so rock ‘n’ roll.

In summary, Noel Gallagher’s cat is more than likely more rock ‘n’ roll than Justin Bieber. And my Ani is definitely more rock ‘n’ roll than Justin Bieber.



This is my favorite soap opera.

So long, Robin Gibb

Robin Gibb died yesterday, aged 62, following a long battle with colon and liver cancer. Or as the subject line of the email sent from his official website read: “Our sweet hero has gone to heaven to sing with the angels…”

I don’t know when I first heard a Bee Gees song. I only know that when I was about eight or nine, I received Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band on VHS for Christmas and then made it my business to know and love the Bee Gees as fervently as the Beatles. (It was my sister’s business to know and love Peter Frampton. I used to catch her watching Sgt. Pepper without me, repeatedly rewinding Frampton’s entrance as Billy Shears and salivating.)

As many times as my sister and I watched that film, it is amazing that the tape still survives. (Finally upgraded to a DVD copy last year for $4.75. I call that a bargain. The best I ever had. The best I ever haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!) Young and uninfluenced by pompous critics who panned the film upon its release, we loved the whimsical and ridiculous story of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and their quest to save their beloved Heartland from a certain evil Mr. Mustard–a threadbare plot, held together only by an eclectic collection of equally eclectic interpretations of Beatles classics. We lovingly referred to Barry as “Wolfman” and Robin as “Gappy.” We thought Barry and Maurice were twins and were shocked to learn that Maurice and Robin were, in fact, “the twins.”

The Gibb Family, backstage at Top of the Pops, circa 1967. Back row: Maurice (who died from a twisted intestine, aged, 53, in 2003), Barry, Robin. Front row: father Hugh (who died from internal bleeding, aged 76, in 1992–on Andy’s birthday), younger brother Andy (who died of myocarditis, aged 30, in 1988), mother Barbara.  

And that may be why Robin was always my favorite Bee Gee. He never quite looked like the others, let alone a pop star. He never quite acted like a pop star either. He was outspoken, but not rude or crass. He was proud of his achievements as part of the Bee Gees and as a successful songwriter not only for the Bee Gees but for a gamut of other singers (Barbra Streisand, Diana Ross, Dolly Parton…), yet he was also incredibly humble and modest. He was a history fanatic. He was different. He did, however, have a voice that rivaled any other singer in the history of the music. His voice was delicate, impassioned, ethereal–in short, his voice was beautiful. And that vibrato! Truly one of a kind.

Speaking to journalist Keith Atham in 1969, following the Bee Gees’ (temporary) split, Robin remarked: “I sing how I feel. I know I haven’t got a great voice, but I manage to touch something inside other people that they understand…Dylan sings in the same way as me. He uses his heart as an instrument. Even I can’t understand completely why this works but it does. It’s not possible for any artist to jump outside themselves and see themselves for what they are. Even when you look in a mirror you get a reversed image!”

Some people will likely always associate the Bee Gees with disco (which was a natural progression from their love of soul and R&B rather than a “sell-out”), white suits, and oversized gold medallions, no matter how many times they are told that they were, in fact, onetime peers of the Beatles, successful songwriters before, after, and during disco, and unmatched vocalists whose gifts transcend genres and labels. I will always remember Robin, sitting at a piano in a pastel yellow shirt and vest, singing “Oh! Darling” so tenderly, singing with his heart. And making me forget that it was ever a Beatles song. And making me–and the rest of the world–fall in love with that beautiful voice.

This is what the e-mail meant by “gone to heaven to sing with the angels,” right? Right.

More Tributes to Jonathan Frid

Since the news of Jonathan Frid’s death yesterday, there have been several tributes. Here’s some links to a few of my favorites:

  • Johnny Depp issued the following statement: “Jonathan Frid was the reason I used to run home from school to watch Dark Shadows. His elegance and grace was an inspiration then and will continue to remain one forever more. When I had the honour to finally meet him, as he so generously passed the torch of Barnabas to me, he was as elegant and magical as I had always imagined. My deepest condolences to his family and friends. The world has lost a true original.” Classy.
  • This article, from Jonathan’s hometown newspaper The Spec, is an excellent illustration of his everyday life. It also includes many great quotes and anecdotes from Frid’s nephews and friends.
  •’s reflections on Jonathan’s passing and enduring legacy here.
  • Matthew Hall, son of Sam (original Dark Shadows writer) and Grayson (Dr. Julia Hoffman) and also a writer on the Dark Shadows revival series, recorded a few memories of Jonathan here.
  • Lara Parker recently launched a new website and blog. She posted her own moving tribute to Jonathan here.
  • David Selby’s poignant letter to Jonathan on his blog here. I think this is my favorite.
  • And as linked below in my post about Jonathan, Kathryn Leigh Scott paid tribute to her colleague and friend on her blog here.

I’m sure the tributes will keep coming–something that probably would have baffled and humbled Mr. Frid. I was saddened to find an envelope from Dark Shadows in the mail last night. It was full of advertisements, promoting various books and audio dramas about Dark Shadows, the Dark Shadows movie première party in Los Angeles in a few weeks (wish I could go!), and “A Day at Collinwood” event in July–with special appearances by Kathryn Leigh Scott, Lara Parker, and Jonathan Frid. 

I’m still working through yet another rewatch of the 1795 storyline, and I reached the end of a disc, which always includes a bonus interview with one of the actors or crew members. This particular disc included an interview with Jonathan Frid in which he discusses his introduction to the show. He finished a production of The Tempest as Caliban and decided to further pursue his academic career when his agent informed him of the opportunity to audition for Dark ShadowsHow strange it is that I am finishing yet another study of that particular Shakespeare play. And how I would have loved to see Frid as Caliban! What an extraordinarily talented man he was. He will be missed.