The Go-Gos sans Belinda Carlisle (though we are sure they left a light on for her) made an appearance in L.A. last night.
WHAT IS UP, JANE WIEDLIN. To me, of course, she will always be the Singing Telegram Girl, or Maxine of Arc, doing aerobics at the San Dimas mall. But now to a whole new generation of Americans, I’m afraid she’ll be that lady who churns butter in a dress made out of rejected Laura Ashley wallpaper samples.
