I'm just old enough to remember the death of John Lennon, and I'm just jaded enough to remember the eyerolls I exchanged with my cousin the day Kurt Cobain died as if to say, "Oh yeah, big shocker there." Admittedly, I've never been a Michael Jackson fan. Sure, I watched the circus his later years had become, and of course I can acknowledge the genius and the musical legacy he leaves behind.

What is it about music that makes us want to categorize and list those songs we love the most?

When I had my "official" music blog, I kept a pretty good tab on new music. With age and a general lack of spare time, however, I find myself becoming less and less knowledgeable when it comes to the weekly handful of new albums I might be interested in. I know, bad music blogger.

I'm probably the last one who should be making judgements on the demise of a pop star. I've willingly followed many artists who've found themselves dangerously close to trainwreck territory, though none as sadly or as publicly as Amy Winehouse. Like Britney Spears's disastrous MTV Awards performance a couple years ago, Amy Winhouse's St. Lucia comeback show was the talk of the blogosphere.

The editors of More magazine put together a list of 10 Women Who Rock. Ten women over 40 who rock.