On the other hand, with titles like “Sex in a Pan,” “The Sinister Minister,” and “Flight of the Cosmic Hippo,” I bet Bela Fleck really is fun on a date. (P.S.: That line makes a lot more sense if you read yesterday’s post.)
“Loser.” “Asshole.” “Nausea.” I bet Beck must be really fun on a date.
I know what you’re all thinking: “Gee, it’s been a while since Joe added to his ‘musician who was quite the looker in his younger days’ list.” The wait is over. Bebo Valdes.
When I first came up with this blog, Richard said, “Of course you’re going to give Barbra a list.” Well, no. She’s one of the “legends” that I just don’t “get.” But since Sinatra’s the other one, and I finally gave him a list, leaving Streisand out didn’t seem fair. And besides, she’s had a #1 album pretty much every decade since Lincoln was president, so that must count for something. Richard, this one’s for you.
There’s a joke to be made about how I was “asleep at the wheel” in remembering to include these cult favorites in round 1. But it is lame, so I won’t do it.
If you are, as I was until recently, unfamiliar with Angelique Kidjo’s music, you’re in for a treat. I Kidjo not. (And as penance for that attempt at humor, I will now listen to a full day of Celine Dion.)
A few years ago, I ran into a guy who looked kind of familiar from college. It turns out we were in the same program, graduated the same year—and had never actually met. I was also at the same school at the same time as Mary Chapin Carpenter, and I never met her, either. In other words: Clearly I wasn’t paying a lot of attention when I was at school.