Diggin' On You.

Thank you. The brain? She is not working today.

It's funny. I have $25 to spend at iTunes. It's amazing what makes a song worth $1 and what makes it not. Sometimes, the 30 second taste is enough.

Because without the "this is how far I'd go for you" component (I'm unfortunately besieged with "subverting the dominant paradigm" and "thinking outside the box" sound-bites -- side effect of being dazed at work) -- it's just some nice words on a nice tune. It's not deep anymore.

Hmm. I can see that. Though I still think asking if your partner would run to you if somebody hurt [them] even if that somebody was you is outside the box, cause really that's kind of shift-y. Man to woman, woman to man, woman to woman, whatever.

And now I've moved on to Pass the Courvoisier. So it all comes back to more use of the word buster.

ETA: I actually liked Unpretty more than No Scrubs from Fan Mail. But it was very much in the Waterfalls mode, wasn't it?

I've heard bits and pieces of Matisyahu's stuff, although I missed my shot at seeing him live a while back. He seems very cool, and good.

Mmm. Busta.

I think the "run to me" has stronger impact in a scenario where the partner is asking to be a friend too -- which is clearer when a guy sings it, and muddier if not invisible when it's a woman singing it.

I need my gender transgression man.

It's amazing what makes a song worth $1 and what makes it not.

I'm sadly impulsive this way. I have to tell myself to back off, and sometimes just buy the damned CD.

Pass the Courvoisier

Which, in my LJ land, came to be known as "Pass the liquor I can't spell."

I'm sadly impulsive this way.

I'm sadly very very stingy.

Someone told me Matisyahu was on Jimmy Kimmel once too. Anyway, I've always liked earlier TLC like "Ain't Too Proud (To Beg)".

Pass the Courvoisier

Now I'm earwormed with Gin & Juice.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday sumi!

Argh...am having a bit of aggravation with Netflix at the moment. One of the disks I have out is unplayable past a certain point. I went online, told them the problem, and sent them back the disk. Replacement disk arrived today...and it's the wrong disk. It's not even a disk from my queue. grumph.(This is not helping my tension any.)

The first TLC album was killer. Back when they dressed like crazy people and Left Eye wore a condom in her Dwayne Wayne flip up glasses. Good times.

And now I'm earwormed with Gin and Juice, which is unfortunately battling it out with Coldplay and that's a mash up nobody needs.