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This commercial might be the one thing an American car company has done right in the last decade or two. It's a GM spot playing during Olympic coverage and the first time I heard it, I wasn't actually in the room, and was certain it must be an iPod commercial, the music was just THAT good.

The song is called "The Story" by Brandi Carlile, and if you search for her on You Tube, you can actually see her video instead of the crappy-car ad. She reminds me of a younger mixture of Alanis Morisette and Melissa Etheridge (hey, Melissa, where you AT?! btw).

If you haven't heard this song on the radio yet, I'm predicting you will. Soon. I'd give the girl a gold medal for her performance. I actually Wiki'ed her and found out I might be the one late to the party for this girl's fame...she had a bunch of songs featured on Gray's Anatomy, and her Story video debuted there. And she has toured with Tori Amos and The Indigo Girls. So we're all in agreement. Her sound rocks.

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Cherie Moore said…
I agree! I'm totally captivated by Brandi Carlile's song. I'll bet even Chilly Dog likes it ;-)
7:36 AM
Tim said…
Watch the ad next time. It's as good as the song. Much better than their cars...
8:55 AM
Amy said…
See, I knew I wasn't alone!!

Ok...Zoofan...who are you??! Initials, at least...
9:27 AM
Brianne said…
Speaking of commercials, did you know that one Taco Bell guy (in the elevator - queso crunch wrap) is my MySpace friend? :) Wow, how much do I owe you for that teeny little piece of advice you gave me nearly 15 years ago... "Catch them before they're famous." Words to live by, words to live by.
4:37 PM
Chilly Dog said…
Who are you zoofan? Are you making fun of me? Are you saying that I don't have good taste? Why are you picking on me?

Chilly Dog
5:13 PM
AnneR said…
I'm loving the Olympics ads. My fave? The Coke one with the birds who build a stadium-shaped nest. But this song is great--thanks for doing the research on it for us!
7:23 AM
Cherie Moore said…
Amy, I'm Cherie, a quilting friend of your mother-in-law's and I enjoy your blog, especially the Henry entries.

Chilly Dog, I would never make fun of you ;-)
9:45 AM
Amy said…
Well the mystery's solved! You had me stumped! I'm glad you're among my readers, zoofan.
10:46 AM
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