Pretty Roadtrip (to the moon) Tunes.
Um, so last year about this time, we were hooked on Amos Lee. And John Legend too. In a strange almost obsessional play-it-again kinda way. And Citizen Cope is by no means 'new' or the 'latest' but frankly old is gold and what's old is new again. Plus we live by Old Town. Furthermore, all we knew of him was that 'Son's Gonna Rise' song and blah blah blah just like Nestle Buncha Crunch, Clear Pepsi, and Butterfinger BB's, we all liked it for a while (come on, admit it). Sure, we did. We loved it. And the rest is pretty insignif and also just for historical purposes. Archiving, really.
But suddenly and like never before (!) a shiny and humorous greeting card landed in our mailbox sometime last week. How it got there we shall never know (!). Snail mail we suspect. The good ol' fashioned old school way (which sidenote we will NEVER repeat NEVER get sick of and ALWAYS repeat ALWAYS partake in). Anyway, in the very small space up on the left corner of the envelope read
Writing Letters Division
Sexual Magic Extraordinaire Club
Eastern Seaboard Division
So we knew it was our Spanish cousin. The one who is NOT repeat NOT registering for china or crystal for her 'ding (Okay?!). She sent it all the way from the eastern seaboard. But we still wonder why do people write their names soooo tiny on the corners or the tops of envelopes they is sending to others. Do they like to feel just a little littler that day and cute like a little garden knome or troll or are they feeling shy all of a sudden and they just don't want to stand out that much. We never know that but we always wonder because most of the time we like our return address to look like
FRANCES P.B. ROCKEFELLER COPPOLA
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT
LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY
SEXY PEOPLE CLUB
Anyway the moral of the story is now we is hooked on Cope. Like phonics. Like chocolate bunnies. But not dope (D.A.R.E. worked).
This shittttt is siiiiick, Missy Elliott.