Music: Los Lonely Boys, I Never Met a Woman
December 15, 2010 | Los Lonely Boys,Music
I have no idea why this was in a draft, but what the heck. It’s been in there long enough.
I have no idea why this was in a draft, but what the heck. It’s been in there long enough.
After listening to Superman, oh, 5,394 times, the kids were finally interested in hearing what else is on LLB’s Forgiven CD. I picked Always, my favorite, and now they call it “Mommy’s song.” They like it because the tune reminds them of the Curious George song. But my son also listens to the lyrics and realizes it’s a love song.
“Is this the song at your wedding, Mommy?”
“No, but it would have been a good one, huh?”
All together now: Awwwwwww.
Hey, Henry, JoJo & Ringo!
It’s probably not really y’all’s fault, but I recently moved and had to switch cell-phone companies. You know the most important ringtone I had on my old phone? Your song Senorita (only because I couldn’t find Texican Style). You know … every time my baby calls me, I get to hear, “You’re my little senorita …” and your voices and music. Suh-weet.
But now? Nah. Something’s all messed up. Sony apparently doesn’t have an agreement with Alltel. Or you don’t. Or … oh, I don’t know. I don’t care, really. I just want the dang ringtone I paid for before. I mean, hey, it’s free advertising every time my phone rings and people within earshot hear your song … right?
So … for now, Elvis tells me how good I look when my phone rings. I ain’t got no diamonds … or LLB … but I got Elvis, baby.
Remember how I said the Los Lonely Boys were coming to town? They were here Saturday night. We were late. (Not my fault. I hate to be late.) When we got there, though, we had some of the best seats in the house.
My only complaint? The show was too short! Just wish they would have played for a few more hours. I could have stayed all night.
And I get to see them! Thanks, Kay, for Covering Florida and letting me know about it. Maybe I’ll see you there!
I’ve talked about Los Lonely Boys before and even got Dad2twins to write a guest-post review of their first album. It won’t be at the corner bar where I can order a pitcher (or three) of beer and dance all night long, but it will be backstage. That’s how we’ll celebrate a couple things — a birthday that ends in zero and an anniversary that ends in 5. Whee!