Cry Like A Baby
On repeat today and highly recommended for anyone who is feeling a bit on the Christmas downside:
Sometimes I crave Aretha the same way I crave a steak. I feel a little weak, a little shaky, and there’s only one thing sustaining enough, life giving enough to perk me back up. Ms Franklin is the filet mignon of soul. Juicy, satisfying, the real deal.
I have still never been to famous Peter Luger in Brooklyn. But I have a fantasy of going there for the first time and slamming down a prime rib while You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman plays on repeat, loud. LOUD.
December 28th, 2008 at 1:22 am
It was Barry White Day in my household: Never, Never Gonna Give You Up, Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe & You’re The First, The Last, My Everything.
March 7th, 2011 at 12:37 am
Oh My God I love you!
HA HA I googled you to see if there are torrents of your shows, and I found your blog.
Your smart and good a woman too, I bet your kind.
I remember when I lived out east I met some stand-up comics, and one time at bar or something and I kept trying to thank the comic for for being, a comic-you know and be encouraging. I was so PC. And he asked me why I liked comics, and kept asking me why this or that. By the end I was in a drunk crying jag.
I still love you guys though, because you make me laugh and that’s a treasure. When get depressed I try to find comics or listen to car talk on Saturdays.
Your so hot and smart and sexy opps and funny.
love you, hugs and happy happy thoughts
Paul AKA swoon