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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Volare? Seriously?

When they tell you you will someday turn into your grandparents, I didn't think they meant LITERALLY. I just had to call the cops because one of my neighbors was blasting some Time Life Introduction to the Great American Songbook compilation at two AM. Damn kids these days, with their jazz music and loose morals!

OK, OK, I waited until "Something Stupid" finished playing. I kind of like that one, if only because of the completely sick father/daughter duet aspect. And I heard a really great, slow version of "Lullabye of Broadway" that I will probably try to find on iTunes tomorrow morning.

But aside from those two choons, I am annoyed! I shake my fist at you, bad neighbor with mediocre taste in standards!

Posted at 02:39 AM

Comments

001. lolapants

the bane of our existance blasts i write the songs in tandem with copacabana in the wee hours of the night, and she has it on repeat. now, you know my love for barry, but seriously - i write the songs? not even mandy?! i can deal with copa, but you know, at 1am on a monday night, even that'll fray my nerves.

more power to you grampy!

Posted at 09:12AM on Friday, April 22, 2005

002. PopText

The Clor link is corrected, cheers for pointing it out!

Posted at 01:21PM on Saturday, April 23, 2005

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