Dunno why, but I felt compelled to share the fruits of my recent CD-buying binge. I pretty much freaked out and went on Amazon and bought the following moderately disparate purchases:
Beyonce - Dangerously in Love
Black Eyed Peas - Elephunk
Green Day - American Idiot
Gwen Stephani - Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Jack Johnson - In Between Dreams
Keane - Hopes and Fears
Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway (I know, I'm in for a boatload of comments for that one)
Robbie Williams - Swing When You're Winning
Tori Amos - Beekeeper
Usher - Confessions
(more commentary in extended)
I haven't made it through a whole listen to all of the CDs yet, but I'm working on it. I have 6 of them in the car, and will rotate the others in soon. But I have them all in the iPod so I've been making my way through them at work. So far I really like the Green Day (surprise) and Keane (maybe only because they are so opposite - sorta punk versus sort of ethereal and mellow). The Gwen Stefani is a dance album - infectious though bubble-gummy pop. Fun, good for doing stuff around the house, but will probably not end up being a favorite CD. Tori is gorgeous as usual, but as is also usual with her stuff, it takes me a while to really get into it, learn it, really understand and absorb it. I haven't listened to the Jack Johnson yet, but I seem to like the stuff that makes it to radio, so we'll see how that goes. But it seemed like it'd be nice mellow music. The others were because I was in the mood for something funky, something with a bit of soul, oomph, bass. Not that I'll like all the tracks, but something different from the chick and white people music that I gravitate to will be fun.
Yes, indeed, I do break my fasting from blogging to tell you all (and you know who you are) that I have reached the "I love you man" stage of the evening. Drunken blogging is probably a bad idea. But here I am. I just wanted to tell all of you who showed up (and read my blog) as well as those who didn't show up and also read my blog, that I have reached the stage of drunkeness where I fell the need to profess my affection (dare I say it, even my lust) for you, and tell you that I appreciate you. Even if I don't tell you to your face. Even if I don't spend as much time with you as you (or I) might wish. Even if it's only semi-coherent. Let's all raise a glass and say "I love you man." And this is my official statement to tell you that if I never tell you the rest of the year - I appreciate you, and am thankful that if you're reading this, that you are in my life (even peripherally).