Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band - Bill Cosby
The chances of this existing and being authentic (it is) are so small that it gives me a certain kind of hope. If Bill Cosby can cover The Beatles live with such mumbling gusto then anything is possible. Anything.
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- I first heard Etta James while buckled into my aunt’s truck during a particularly cold Seattle winter. The heat blasted as I struggled to stay awake. I was 6. NPR was playing. Saturday night jazz. Her voice was beautiful, but I couldn’t understand why she was repeating “battleaxe” over and over again. The song was At Last.
- In 10th grade Laura Saffioti gave me Etta James’ greatest hits for Valentine’s Day. She just understands, she explained, sitting on the dirty carpet of the theater building lobby, looking out on The Wall, where the objects of our affection wore wallet chains and pushed their greasy hair out of their eyes.
- I moved across the country and into my first apartment after college graduation. It was essentially a barn with no kitchen, 20 foot ceilings, and no door to the bathroom. It did, however, have a blue clawfoot bathtub. I would get home from a long day of feeling entirely inadequate and put I’d Rather Go Blind on loop while sitting in the tub. She always understood.
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Joe Cocker - Bye, Bye, Blackbird
And with that, goodnight.
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Oh you’d better believe it’s getting seasonal in here. I made a spooky playlist with only a splash of Halloween novelty that will keep you going for about three hours.
Late Night Realizations While Listening to 3LW
Apparently 3LW stands for “Three Little Women” which I had never given much thought to until last night. Do you think there is any chance that Adrienne, Kiely and Naturi were huge Louisa May Alcott fans and wanted to pay homage to Beth posthumously? Don’t you want to live in a universe where that is true? I need answers.
I have made an infographic for your reference.
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Yesterday was my dad’s birthday. He would have been 66.
I can remember him at a holiday party when I was about nine, tossing back handfuls of Gardetto’s mix and telling me about the 60’s. He loved Jefferson Airplane. He once interviewed Joan Baez. This song came before that. In 1961 he was 16 and waiting to leave home. It came on the radio last night as I was heading back to my apartment.
My lack of a proper haircut, Benefit’s new line of lashes, that Bump-It I bought in 2008. It’s all been leading up to this.
Hello, fall.
In which Whitney and I arrange a meeting through song.
I countered with K-Ci + JoJo’s All My Life but clearly, she is the winner here.
Lykke Li - Knocked Up (Cover)
I know, I know. But really, you guys. Just pretend time and space have collided and somehow it’s 1998 and you’ve successfully recorded this — sans ads — off the radio. You’re laying in your twin bed after hanging up the big kitchen phone (long, yellow cord stretched into your room, slammed into the door) fresh from a call with the boy you love. Just pretend.
I thought so.
