I was blessed with one of those iconic names.
Actually, it's Rosalie.
Named after my father's cousin in Scotland. Or a girl he knew in the Army. Depends who's telling the story.
Rose is the girl that songwriters write songs about. As such, I've been a ballerina, the fun Puerto Rican girl of Bruce Springsteen's youth, a handjob given to a roadie in a Jackson Browne imagining.
I've been a posey, a Texan, a Washingtonian.
But this one takes the cake.
Now I'm Richard Nixon. Or I used to be. I'm supposing this is referring to Nixon's Karma.
Or it's something that Bruce Cockburn wrote when he was on mushrooms.
Check it out.
It's truly disturbing.