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fellmamaA confession:
I love bad soft rock, the kind from the 80s where they have the synthesizer and the fake drums. Bruce Hornsby, Marc Cohn, Billy Joel, even the grimmer moments of Randy Newman's Land of Dreams album. (The Master Man and Baby J? What were you thinking, Randy?) Even FOREIGNER. Okay, I can only stand to listen to "I Wanna Know What Love Is" in small doses. But still. I should probably be put in an institution.
. . . "Tell me, are you a Christian, child?" And I said: "Ma'am, I am tonight!"
Oooh, this is even better: Darlin', I don't know why I go to extremes!
Edit, 7;57 PM: Also "Don't Fear the Reaper." More cowbell!
I love bad soft rock, the kind from the 80s where they have the synthesizer and the fake drums. Bruce Hornsby, Marc Cohn, Billy Joel, even the grimmer moments of Randy Newman's Land of Dreams album. (The Master Man and Baby J? What were you thinking, Randy?) Even FOREIGNER. Okay, I can only stand to listen to "I Wanna Know What Love Is" in small doses. But still. I should probably be put in an institution.
. . . "Tell me, are you a Christian, child?" And I said: "Ma'am, I am tonight!"
Oooh, this is even better: Darlin', I don't know why I go to extremes!
Edit, 7;57 PM: Also "Don't Fear the Reaper." More cowbell!
