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Hell dude, there's always one we haven't heard. Always.

Indeed it is, as is the Peggy Lee version (w/Nelson Riddle) on The Man I Love. Of course, the original Maey Ann McCall/Woody Herman version ain't no slouch either...

Jim got lucky 25 years ago and has been lucky ever since...

The Love Unlimited Orchestra The Salsoul Orchestra Yellow Magic Orchestra

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Tori Spelling Aunt Bea Billy Champion

Me & Mrs. Jones Me & Bobbie McGhee Me & You & A Dog Named Boo

Lift up your wings and fly to the sky.

Ebeneezer Scrooge Iggy Stooge Moe

Bird is Shinichi Osawa'a latest protege. Monday's even written some songs for her. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Clara Bow Riddick Bowe Jim Bowie

Peg O'My Heart Peg Leg Pete Peg From The Steely Dan Song Of The Same Name

Cross-referencing this site http://www.thehi-los.com/recordings/list.php?format=4 it appears that this is, at last, the complete Trend/Spotlite recordings of the group. Long overdue, and if you like this kind of thing (and I do), essential. This was their freshest and most audacious work, much more cutting edge than most of their later work for other lables (still haven't heard the MPS reunion sides, though, which I hear are excellent). The Hi-Lo's were what the Four Freshmen were only trying to be. You can take that any way you want to and probably be right, but the fact remains - Gene Puerling's vocal arrangements set a standard of harmonic sophistication in a certain "realm" that has yet to be topped. Take 6 has at times equalled it, but nobody's surpassed it. You get a lot of other stuff with the Hi-Lo's, and not all of it is "comfortable". But for me, the creativity and musicality of those vocal arrangements trumps all of that. Mileages on that, however, can and will vary wildly.

And yeah, I'm a bit of a bitter SOB when it comes to choke jobs and the people who perpetrate them.

Well yeah, Cuban needs to know when to chill. Now, let's give Dirk some more bold statements to make during the off-season. Lessee... People shouldn't drive drunk. Don't forget to hug your kids. It takes more effort to frown than it does to smile. I'm sure there's more. Go Dirk, go.

John B. Stetson World B. Free William B. Williams

Yeah, it really takes guts to mildly dis your boss when you know that your job is more than secure. About as much guts as it takes to turn in a pussyriffic performance in the NBA finals. Less, even. Yeah, you go Dirk. Gutless motherfucker.

The Coasters The Tumblers Skip Drinkwater

One can reject Herbie's Vocoder, but one can never deny it!

I once caught a CD going through my wallet looking for a condom to use to have sex with my dog. That one I got rid of.

Indeed. When the WB box set of the Dial sides was released, it was in preparation for a "forthcoming" biopic starring Richard Pryor. This was in the mid/late 1970s.

Not sure about CD, but new LP reissue copies are almost perpetually in stock at Dusty Groove.

Well yeah, exactly. "French horn" ain't got nothin' to do with it. The guy was a player, period. Wouldn't matter if he played buttcrack.

We had our romantic getaway over the weekend, but today is our actual anniversary, so let me tell you (and the world, because I can't keep this to myself) once more what is in my heart. The way our love continues to unfold and surprise us both is the biggest thrill I have in life. Like our mutual inspiration Monday sang, "I've been given a chance to love you". Sometimes we've taken that chance for granted, and nothing good has come from that. But more often than not (and never more than now), we've seized that chance and ran with it. Never have I felt such a passion and lust for life as I do now, and you are the source of it (and the reward for it). And I know that you feel the same - there's no other explanation for what's been going on between us lately. Why else can we look at each other for an instant and suddenly bust out laughing like a couple of schoolkids other than the sheer delerious joy of being totally in love? We're at the age when so many of our peers talk about passion like it's a game for young folks. I think they've just given up. Or out. Or both. Because we're not even remotely "young" any more, at least not in terms of the calendar, and our passion burns stronger now than ever. Stronger and wiser. Is there any doubt that our life together has been a gift, a blessing, a thing that we could have easily lost to carelessness, apathy, or just plain deadness of the soul? We have been given a chance (many chances, actually, more than we probably have deserved), and now more than ever, the life-affirming joy that comes from surrendering without question to the all-consuming, all-inspiring power of love is apparent to us both. I carry you in my heart everywhere I go, in everything I do. I live with you, by you, and for you. I might be "me" by myself, but I could never be me without us. Two have indeed become one. I have been given a chance to love you, and I pray that I take that chance with every drop of life in me until death us do part. I'd be a damned fool not to.