After a week of beautiful days behind us, I think it's safe to say we're headed down the highway to Summer 2008. Inspired by the sun, the warm breezes, pearly pink polish and a silver ring on my toes, and a sassy short pixie haircut, I treated myself to a few new iTunes downloads today. I'm well on my way to a most-excellent start-of-summer playlist. Here's a sampling:
Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield
(We Are All) Innocent by Our Lady Peace
I Love Rock 'N' Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
In the Summertime by Mungo Jerry
I Drove All Night by Cyndi Lauper
Who Says You Can't Go Home by Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles
4 Minutes by Madonna, featuring Justin Timberlake
Treasure by Papercranes
Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves
Tainted Love by Soft Cell
Blue Savannah by Erasure
And I end with a number that H and I heard on the car radio this morning. H said, "Turn it up" and I exclaimed, "Wow, who is that? That's an awesome song!" It's the tune that might make me forget that its singer is a horrible wife and mother, a drunken and drug-addled loon, and a tacky, gum-smacking exhibitionist. The sound took me back to the college clubbing scene of the early '90s, dancing with my gay male Madonna-worshiping friends.
Britney, take care of your boys, put some panties on and keep performing tunes like this...and you'll be back on the right path, babe.
Break the Ice. Take a listen.
Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield
(We Are All) Innocent by Our Lady Peace
I Love Rock 'N' Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
In the Summertime by Mungo Jerry
I Drove All Night by Cyndi Lauper
Who Says You Can't Go Home by Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles
4 Minutes by Madonna, featuring Justin Timberlake
Treasure by Papercranes
Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves
Tainted Love by Soft Cell
Blue Savannah by Erasure
And I end with a number that H and I heard on the car radio this morning. H said, "Turn it up" and I exclaimed, "Wow, who is that? That's an awesome song!" It's the tune that might make me forget that its singer is a horrible wife and mother, a drunken and drug-addled loon, and a tacky, gum-smacking exhibitionist. The sound took me back to the college clubbing scene of the early '90s, dancing with my gay male Madonna-worshiping friends.
Britney, take care of your boys, put some panties on and keep performing tunes like this...and you'll be back on the right path, babe.
Break the Ice. Take a listen.
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