Speaking of pieces of me…Remember when Ashlee Simpson was a musician? Let me jog your memory…Let’s journey back from the pre-baby, Pete Wentz divorce era to the time of black hair, bad bangs, & screaming love ballads in the direction of Ryan Cabrera. You with me now? That girl got me through some rough times – oh, the tribulations of a 13 year old. Not only did I own her cd, I may or may not have started a fan club which consisted of me & my two best friends, a few dance parties, & some very close encounters with scissor-far-too-close-to-hair situations. Whilst surfing the interwebs last night I came across ‘Pieces of Me’ & decided to dust off my old Ashlee cd & rock out. Like it or not, the girl has some sweet jams that I still find myself jamming to in my mid-twenties. [Mid-twenties? Really!?] Spontaneous, nostalgic dance party on a Monday night. Solid.