Okay, sometimes I admit my taste in pop culture has lapsed into schmaltz and embarrassment.
There was that unfortunate time in the 80s when I permed my hair and sang full voice to Michael Bolton songs.
And then in the 90s it didn’t get much better. Gone was the perm and shoulder pads but my inner schmaltz blossomed like a pimple on a chin. The macarena anyone? How about that achey breaky heart?
As the new millennium dawned I woke up and rejected my inner geek and transformed myself. I can now proudly stand totally vertical and announce that I am cool, hip, happening, and even cooler (and on a dark cloudy day quite sexy).
How do I maintain this way? I listen to people and absorb all that they’re saying and explore it on my own.
From across the ocean and the land of royalty, Big Ben, and fish and chips I have come to rely on Owen to be one of the barometers of what I should be listening to. He’s got eclectic taste and has introduced me to a variety of incredible music.
This time it's the brilliance of Evelyn Evelyn.
I love the name Evelyn. It’s a complicated name full of contradiction, silly rhythm, and a tinge of naughty, naughty.
You must watch this video. I am mesmerized, strangely aroused, and swollen with joy every time I click “play.”
So without any further babbling I present Evelyn Evelyn singing the ultra hip “Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn?”
Don’t you wish you were an Evelyn?
There was that unfortunate time in the 80s when I permed my hair and sang full voice to Michael Bolton songs.
And then in the 90s it didn’t get much better. Gone was the perm and shoulder pads but my inner schmaltz blossomed like a pimple on a chin. The macarena anyone? How about that achey breaky heart?
As the new millennium dawned I woke up and rejected my inner geek and transformed myself. I can now proudly stand totally vertical and announce that I am cool, hip, happening, and even cooler (and on a dark cloudy day quite sexy).
How do I maintain this way? I listen to people and absorb all that they’re saying and explore it on my own.
From across the ocean and the land of royalty, Big Ben, and fish and chips I have come to rely on Owen to be one of the barometers of what I should be listening to. He’s got eclectic taste and has introduced me to a variety of incredible music.
This time it's the brilliance of Evelyn Evelyn.
I love the name Evelyn. It’s a complicated name full of contradiction, silly rhythm, and a tinge of naughty, naughty.
You must watch this video. I am mesmerized, strangely aroused, and swollen with joy every time I click “play.”
So without any further babbling I present Evelyn Evelyn singing the ultra hip “Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn?”
Don’t you wish you were an Evelyn?
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