Let The Buzz Begin For 2008
Hey Soul Mates,
it's the eve of Valentine's Day. What do you have planned? I've got the day off. So there will be the visit to the dentists. You may remember I chipped a front tooth at our last show. That will be on the agenda. Then it'll be off to see the new Hugh Grant/Drew Barrymore flick Music & Lyrics. I'm actually jazzed to see it. ABC's Martin Fry was the technical advisor for Mr. Grant's pop performances. Sounds perfect. And in fact, Hugh can sing. That's him on the soundtrack doing a credible Martin Fry imitation.
As for my claims clairvoyance for next year? Well I've got a few early calls on new albums released on my birthday (that's auspicious). I've just heard the new discs from Fall Out Boy and Katharine McPhee.
I'd like to say that the FOB record Infinity On High will be a disc to reckon with. Keeping up with the newer pop/rock groups can be daunting, so I'd let this recent generation slip past my sonar. But now that I've heard Infinity (and read reviews saying it's a stylistic departure), I'd say FOB has created a wonderful album. It still rocks fairly hard, but their knack for melody and hooks came as a surprise to me. The Take Over, The Break's Over is an instant pop/rock hit. Reminds me of the Romantics with heavier guitars. There are sure to be people out there that think I'm late getting on the boat or that Fall Out Boy has sold out and is wiggety wack. Even Babyface has producing credits on it. But I like it; it sure sounds like you could dance to it... somewhere.
Kat McPhee, a shoo-in for best new artist in 2008, has a lot going for her on her self-titled debut. The CD opener Love Story is a fun slice of neo-Dusty Springfield. Elsewhere on the disc she comes close to Mariah territory, in a good way. She was not my favorite of the Idol contestants last year, but she's convinced me here. There are a few McWince-inducing missteps, but it's a debut and thus a tad overproduced.
The running commentary from the posse about the Grammys was hysterical. Love means never having to say your sorry for Scarlett Johanssen's breasts. Miss you boys. And to make it official, my brother Nate really doesn't like the Dixie Chicks. But I think he's in decent company with the District crew. Ha ha.
Keep on listening. Happy Valentine's Day!
Love, Power, Peace
it's the eve of Valentine's Day. What do you have planned? I've got the day off. So there will be the visit to the dentists. You may remember I chipped a front tooth at our last show. That will be on the agenda. Then it'll be off to see the new Hugh Grant/Drew Barrymore flick Music & Lyrics. I'm actually jazzed to see it. ABC's Martin Fry was the technical advisor for Mr. Grant's pop performances. Sounds perfect. And in fact, Hugh can sing. That's him on the soundtrack doing a credible Martin Fry imitation.
As for my claims clairvoyance for next year? Well I've got a few early calls on new albums released on my birthday (that's auspicious). I've just heard the new discs from Fall Out Boy and Katharine McPhee.
I'd like to say that the FOB record Infinity On High will be a disc to reckon with. Keeping up with the newer pop/rock groups can be daunting, so I'd let this recent generation slip past my sonar. But now that I've heard Infinity (and read reviews saying it's a stylistic departure), I'd say FOB has created a wonderful album. It still rocks fairly hard, but their knack for melody and hooks came as a surprise to me. The Take Over, The Break's Over is an instant pop/rock hit. Reminds me of the Romantics with heavier guitars. There are sure to be people out there that think I'm late getting on the boat or that Fall Out Boy has sold out and is wiggety wack. Even Babyface has producing credits on it. But I like it; it sure sounds like you could dance to it... somewhere.
Kat McPhee, a shoo-in for best new artist in 2008, has a lot going for her on her self-titled debut. The CD opener Love Story is a fun slice of neo-Dusty Springfield. Elsewhere on the disc she comes close to Mariah territory, in a good way. She was not my favorite of the Idol contestants last year, but she's convinced me here. There are a few McWince-inducing missteps, but it's a debut and thus a tad overproduced.
The running commentary from the posse about the Grammys was hysterical. Love means never having to say your sorry for Scarlett Johanssen's breasts. Miss you boys. And to make it official, my brother Nate really doesn't like the Dixie Chicks. But I think he's in decent company with the District crew. Ha ha.
Keep on listening. Happy Valentine's Day!
Love, Power, Peace
posted by Norman K at 8:52 PM
1 Comments:
Oh Scarlett..ahhhh God Bless her little boobies!! (oops..)
-CP#4
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