First time I saw the Go-Go's: early 1980s, at a local punk-rock club. Belinda Carlisle, girl of my teen-cream dreams, was chubby back then -- soft and round and pretty. A girl flirting with being a woman, the angles in her face still obscured by baby fat. She couldn't sing, not really, but she tried. What came out of her mouth was a monotone yelp, the sound of a little girl trying to be tough. Even now, she admits: "I don't have a great... More >>>