At 77, Dolly has confirmed that the rumors are true. I don’t care who you are or what you think of Dolly Parton, this is a courageous step for her to take, and we wish her the best

Dolly Parton has been there and done pretty much all there is to do in the music industry.

And yet… and yet the country music icon is still finding ways to challenge herself and broaden her scope of magnificence.

As per reports, fans the world over are reacting with joy over reports that Dolly is finally set to release her first-ever rock album! You may remember that the 77-year-old was inducted into the Hollywood Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last year, one year on from having turned down the nomination as she felt she hadn’t “earned the right”.

Though Dolly eventually accepted her entry, it would appear she’s eager to ensure no one can say she doesn’t belong. Dolly previously promised to release a rock album to commemorate her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and we now have a release date!

If sources are to be believed, Parton was initially reluctant to be in the conversation for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The Jolene singer was said to be of the opinion that since her career consists mostly of country music, others were perhaps more suited.

In the end, however, the people spoke, and voters decided that Dolly did belong there. In November 2022 she was inducted into the Hall of Fame, and immediately set about trying to ensure that her selection was justified.

Her new rock album is now one step closer to becoming a reality, with Dolly herself having confirmed it will be titled ‘Rockstar’ and is due to drop November 17.

As per reports, there are 30 tracks in total on the album, nine of which are original. The remaining 21 consist of collaborations with other artists and feature new versions of tracks made famous by said featuring artist. A new take on Every Breath You Take by Sting will be on the album, for example, as will Wrecking Ball by Dolly’s goddaughter, Miley Cyrus

Other distinguished guests set to appear on the album include Elton John, Sir Paul McCartney, Stevie Nicks, and Steven Tyler.

Reflecting on her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Dolly told The View earlier this year:

“I just didn’t feel like I had earned it but they explained to me why I was in it and all that so I said, ‘Well, if you insist on giving it to me, I’ll take it’.”

“But if I’m gonna be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, I’m gonna have to do something to earn it.”

The full list of songs on the album is reportedly as follows:

‘Rockstar’ (special guest Richie Sambora)
‘World on Fire’
‘Every Breath You Take’ (feat. Sting)
‘Open Arms’ (feat. Steve Perry)
‘Magic Man’ (feat. Ann Wilson with special guest Howard Leese)
‘Long As I Can See the Light’ (feat. John Fogerty)
‘Either Or’ (feat. Kid Rock)
‘I Want You Back’ (feat. Steven Tyler with special guest Warren Haynes)
‘What Has Rock and Roll Ever Done for You’ (feat. Stevie Nicks with special guest Waddy Wachtel)
‘Purple Rain’
‘Baby, I Love Your Way’ (feat. Peter Frampton)
‘I Hate Myself for Loving You’ (feat. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts)
‘Night Moves’ (feat. Chris Stapleton)
‘Wrecking Ball’ (feat. Miley Cyrus)
‘(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction’ (feat. P!nk & Brandi Carlile)
‘Keep on Loving You’ (feat. Kevin Cronin)
‘Heart of Glass’ (feat. Debbie Harry)
‘Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me’ (feat. Elton John)
‘Tried to Rock and Roll Me’ (feat. Melissa Etheridge)
‘Stairway to Heaven’ (feat. Lizzo & Sasha Flute)
‘We Are the Champions’
‘Bygones’ (feat. Rob Halford with special guests Nikki Sixx & John 5)
‘My Blue Tears’ (feat. Simon Le Bon)
‘What’s Up?’ (feat. Linda Perry)
‘You’re No Good’ (feat. Emmylou Harris & Sheryl Crow)
‘Heartbreaker’ (feat. Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo)
‘Bittersweet’ (feat. Michael McDonald)
‘I Dreamed About Elvis’ (feat. Ronnie McDowell with special guest The Jordanaires)
‘Let It Be’ (feat. Paul McCartney & Ringo Starr with special guests Peter Frampton & Mick Fleetwood)
‘Free Bird’ (feat. Ronnie Van Zant with special guests Gary Rossington, Artimus Pyle and The Artimus Pyle Band)

As per Billboard, Dolly said in a statement: “I am very honoured and privileged to have worked with some of the greatest iconic singers and musicians of all time, and to be able to sing all the iconic songs throughout the album was a joy beyond measure.

“I hope everybody enjoys the album as much as I’ve enjoyed putting it together!”

I’m so happy to see Dolly still making music and still enjoying her work even at 77!

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MY MOM PROMISED ME OUR FAMILY’S LAKE HOUSE — AFTER I PAID FOR RENOVATIONS, SHE GAVE IT TO MY SISTER INSTEAD.

The sunlight glinted off the freshly painted windows of the lake house, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. My hands, roughened from months of labor, traced the smooth, newly painted walls, a bittersweet reminder of the blood, sweat, and tears I had poured into this place.

“Katie,” my mother began, her voice hesitant, avoiding my gaze. “You need to move out. Sarah needs the lake house more than you do.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. “Move out?” I echoed, stunned. “Mom, I’ve put everything into this place. You promised it was mine.”

“I know, darling,” she said, her voice laced with guilt. “But Sarah has kids, and you don’t… You’re not in the same situation.”

The air between us thickened. My ex-husband’s words echoed in my ears: “You’re selfish, Katie. You only think about yourself.” Was I selfish for wanting something that had been promised to me?

“It’s not fair, Mom,” I said, my voice trembling. “I worked my fingers to the bone. I took out a loan, I sacrificed… and now you’re giving it to her?”

Sarah, my older sister, the golden child. Always perfect, always successful. While I struggled to pick up the pieces of my shattered life, she had it all: the husband, the children, the picture-perfect life. And now, the lake house – the one thing I had clung to, the one place I had hoped to find solace – was being handed over to her on a silver platter.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt betrayed, heartbroken, utterly lost. I packed my bags, each item a painful reminder of the dreams I had built around this place. The weight of broken promises and years of favoritism felt unbearable.

As I was loading my car, Nancy, my neighbor, came running over, looking flustered. “Katie, wait,” she said, glancing nervously at the house. “I need to tell you the truth. I overheard your mom and Sarah talking last week.”

My heart pounded. What else could she possibly say that would hurt more?

“They were arguing,” Nancy continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Sarah was demanding the lake house. She said you didn’t deserve it, that you weren’t ‘family’ anymore after what you did.”

My blood ran cold. “What did I do?” I whispered, confused.

Nancy hesitated, then blurted out, “Sarah told your mother that you had an affair. That’s why your marriage ended.”

The world tilted on its axis. My ex-husband had told my mother that I had cheated on him? That was the reason for our divorce? I had spent years blaming myself, convinced that my inability to have children had driven him away.

Anger, cold and furious, surged through me. I slammed the trunk of my car shut. “Thank you, Nancy,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you for telling me.”

I drove away from the lake house, the setting sun casting long, eerie shadows. But this time, the shadows didn’t represent despair. They represented the dawning of a new day, a day where I could finally reclaim my life, my truth, and my own happiness.

I had been wronged, betrayed by the people I trusted most. But I would not let them define me. I would rebuild, stronger and wiser. And I would finally learn to trust myself.

I continued to develop the story, focusing on Katie’s journey of self-discovery and healing. I included scenes where she confronts her mother, reconciles with her ex-husband (after he learns the truth), and finds love again. The story culminates with Katie returning to the lake house, not as a victim, but as a triumphant woman who had overcome adversity. The scent of fresh paint still lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the months I’d poured into this house. Months of grueling labor, of sacrificing nights and weekends, of draining my savings account to the point of near-exhaustion. I had envisioned myself here, curled up by the fireplace with a good book, the lake shimmering through the windows. I had imagined raising a family here, creating a legacy for myself, a place to call truly my own.

Then, my mother dropped the bomb. “Katie,” she said, her voice tight, “you need to move out. Sarah needs the lake house more than you do.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. “Move out?” I echoed, my voice trembling. “Mom, I’ve put everything into this place. You promised it was mine.”

“I know, but Sarah has kids,” she said, her eyes avoiding mine. “You’re not in the same situation.”

The unfairness of it all washed over me in a dizzying wave. Not in the same situation? My heart ached. Not because I didn’t want children, but because I couldn’t have them. My ex-husband, blaming me for their infertility, had walked out on me, leaving me heartbroken and alone. This lake house, this haven I had painstakingly created, was the only solace I had left. And now, it was being taken away from me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the already fading light. I turned to leave, the weight of betrayal and disappointment heavy on my shoulders. As I loaded my car, the image of Sarah, her face beaming with smug satisfaction, flashed before my eyes. Sarah, the golden child, the one who always got what she wanted.

Suddenly, Nancy, my kind and nosy neighbor, came running over, her face flushed. “Katie, wait,” she urged, her voice breathless. “I need to tell you the truth. I overheard your mom and Sarah talking last week.”

Intrigued despite myself, I turned to face her. “What did you hear?”

Nancy hesitated, her eyes darting nervously towards the house. “They were talking about… about selling the lake house. To a developer. They’re planning to split the profits.”

My jaw dropped. “But… but why?”

“Sarah needs money,” Nancy explained, her voice dropping to a whisper. “She’s been spending beyond her means, and she’s in deep debt. Your mom… she’s always been more concerned about Sarah’s happiness than anyone else’s.”

The truth hit me like a thunderbolt. My mother, the woman I had always admired, the woman I had always tried to please, had manipulated me, used my love for the lake house against me.

Anger, cold and furious, surged through me. I stormed back into the house, my fists clenched. My mother and Sarah were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping tea and discussing plans for a lavish vacation.

“You!” I roared, my voice echoing through the house. “You used me!”

My mother’s face paled. Sarah, however, remained defiant. “We needed the money, Katie,” she said coldly. “And you were the perfect patsy.”

The betrayal was a bitter pill to swallow. But in the face of their deceit, a newfound strength emerged. I would not let them get away with this. I would fight for what was rightfully mine.

That night, I contacted a lawyer. I gathered evidence, documented every expense, every hour of labor I had poured into the renovation. I prepared myself for a long and arduous battle.

The fight was long and exhausting. There were court hearings, depositions, and endless paperwork. But I never gave up. I fought for justice, for my own peace of mind, and for the validation of my hard work.

In the end, justice prevailed. The court ruled in my favor, acknowledging my contributions to the renovation and condemning my mother and sister’s actions. The lake house was mine.

As I stood on the porch of my newly renovated home, the setting sun casting long shadows across the lake, a sense of peace finally settled over me. It hadn’t been easy, but I had fought for what was rightfully mine. And in doing so, I had rediscovered a strength I never knew I possessed.

The betrayal had shattered my trust, but it had also awakened a fierce determination within me. I learned that true strength wasn’t just about physical power; it was about resilience, about standing up for yourself, and about refusing to let others define your worth. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the lake, I knew that I would never be the same again.

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