Dear Mr. Lynne-
Sorry I thought you were dead. It appears I had false information. I blame my girl Blondie, who is my reference for any and all music trivia. She fed me this info and I believed her. We will be re-evaluating her status as pop culture queen in the coming weeks and a full report will follow.
Though, I just went upstairs to inform my Mr. that you were, indeed, alive and hopefully well, and the following conversation took place:
Me: "You were wrong- Jeff Lynne isn't dead."
Him: "Yes he is. He's been dead for a long time."
Me: "Nuh-uh. I just Wikipedia'd him and he's still around."
Him: "I doubt that."
Me: "I'll double check, but I think you're wrong."
I double checked my info. I am right. I'm glad I'm right- both for my love of being right and for you, Mr. Lynne. Congratulations and welcome back from the beyond.
As to the whole "becoming your rockstar concubine" thing, let me discuss it with the Mr. and see if we can't come to some sort of arrangement. He's a very understanding man- as anyone who has read my blog can well imagine. We'll see how that goes. One only gets so many chances to be a concubine of any sort, and I'm not getting any younger...
Anyways, I was wrong and I apologize.
You're still my pop-culture queen. Always.