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Acrobat.
ultimately Heartbreaker, but Easy Tiger has gotten the most spins from me in the last few years.
Lou Reed :: Coney Island Baby
You clicked on the link and then actually commented on the page, yo.
Turns out it was a solid assumption?
Honestly, I’m having trouble following what either of you are talking about?
You realize “Ritmo De La Noche” borrowed from and was based on “I Go To Rio”, and that Coldplay have given both writers of that song credit for collaborative co-writing credits for the song and have been pretty open about it, right? I guess just don’t know what else people want them to do. http://www.digitalspy.com/music/news/a323139/coldplay-respond-to-teardrop-copy-claims.html
wander over to Youtube and kick it up to HD, boss.
To be honest – guys with good voices singing cheesy shit next to a piano has been acceptable to people with decent music tastes for centuries, it’s probably one of the reasons music is still around,
and for centuries some people have called it “sappy, sentimental, cheesy shit” give or take some historical vocabulary. What can you do, right? Win some. Lose some. etc. etc.
Either way, leave Michael Bolton alone. His new album leak yet or what? Seal is on that shit!
No superfandom or crumbling world here. I like the album alright, agree it pales a little compared to the rest of their discography. Just don’t think “meh” really adds much to the conversation.
Sorry for being a dick though, really. I had heard one too many similar comments that day and blew up on your comment. No good excuse for that.
Please don’t post links to your own blog where the information is exactly the same as the album pre-order page, and the Stereogum article that we all just read… just drawn in much longer sentences.
I understand getting jollies from watching your blog hit counter go up… but surely there’s a better way?






























Graceland. Travis nailed it, and so does every line of that song,
“She comes back to tell me she’s gone, as if I didn’t know that, as if I didn’t know my own bed, as if I’d never noticed the way she brushes her hair from her forehead.”