Merry Christmas! Enjoy some of my favorite holiday songs.
I’m very particular about which version of each song I like and by which artist, so note that it is Tori Amos, and not Jessica Simpson, singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
I know I had some harsh words for Britney and her single Womanizer when it first came out, but damn if that song hasn’t grown on me and I’m dying to get my hands on a copy of Circus.
I think she’s finally making her big comeback and I’ve been begging Mike all day to buy tickets to her April show in Chicago, but he thinks she’s going to crash and burn and cancel all her shows, so he refuses.
Looks like I’ll just have to settle for the new video for Circus and grab the CD when I’m out tomorrow!
Dinner at our house isn’t a complete meal without dinner music (mainly because we don’t want to listen to each other chew) and Dean Martin is a favorite. Your pasta just tastes better with Dean singing That’s Amore!
Besides being recorded in one of my favorite towns, Las Vegas, Martin at the Sands features live recordings of some of my favorite songs, plus a little casual monologue by Dino.
Included in the 48 hits are:
If someone in our house would have made these videos, we would have crowned them Captain Obvious, and I kind of love it because these are two music videos that I always wondered what the shit the visuals had to do with the lyrics.
Enjoy.
I’ve been patiently waiting for Britney Spears’ to release her new single, and was terribly disappointed when I finally heard Womanizer on the radio this morning. I know Britney’s music isn’t particularly inspired, but Womanizer is a snoozer. She may be reduced to selling Santa Fe dehumidifiers, because this new single is no Gimme More. Maybe Britney needs to put her hand back in the crazy to come out with a good single!
I love Britney Spears and I cannot wait for her big comeback, but the cover for her new single, Womanizer, is so tragically delusional, I can’t take it.
Who does she thinks she is with those legs? Heidi Klum? Dream on Britney, with your stubby little tree-trunk legs, dream on!
EDIT: I realize the photo is nipped and tucked from serveral places, but who actually thought they were fooling anyone with those legs? Seriously!
Not only was my 10 year high school reunion this past Saturday, this week marks the 15th anniversary of the release of Liz Phair’s Exile in Guyville, an album I listed to religiously throughout my high school years.
On any given day, I feel like I’m still 16 years old, but every once in a while, something crosses my path that makes me feel old. The 15th anniversary of Exile in Guyville is definitely that something. If asked, I probably would have said the album was released within the last 10 years. I’m losing track of time!
I’d post the whole album for everyone to enjoy, but my mom reads my blog, and I don’t think she’d appreciate knowing some of the things I was listening to at 16 years old. Instead, enjoy Canary by Liz Phair.
