Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
I love this song Beautiful so much, I can’t stop listening to it. I love Mariah Carey’s voice and whoever this guy Miguel is. Incredible, incredible song. I knew this had to be my song of the day and so I came home and searched out the video. And now my eyes are burning out …
Sometimes doing the math on how old I was when a song was released it just depressing. Take, I Guess That’s Why They Call it The Blues, for example. This song by Elton John was released in 1983. That’s 30 years ago for the mathematically-challenged. Thirty freaking years! I was 13 at the time and …
by Pippa Best Music has a way of getting to parts of you that words can’t reach. At story of mum, one of our activities asks mums to share a ‘mix tape’ with their son or daughter. Like a mums’ Desert Island Discs , choose three songs that you would like to share with your …
My business partner, from Best Tools for Schools, and I were on the phone this morning, discussing music, jokes and our children. What? We don’t always discuss business. She thought I’d love this song and she was right! This is why our business relationship remains intact, similar taste in music. Anyway, I really do love …
Last night we went for dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant in Ottawa and Frank Sinatra came on. It wasn’t long before everyone at our table, including the 7 and 9 year old were swaying along to the music. Very few artists can appeal to many generations like Frank can. His voice is like buttah! …
Adam Levine. Rowrrr. Is this guy seriously delicious or what? This is not the first time I’ve drooled over him in this space and it likely won’t be the last. In this video he’s a very young 25 or so, but well within the boundaries of respectable cougar gawking in my humble opinion. He’s not …
Sarah McLachlan is the real deal. Talented, beautiful, and from all accounts kind and unaffected by her fame. This song always makes me smile. Every time I hear her voice, I drift away. It’s ethereal.
This song brings back many, many memories. Fuzzy memories, but memories nonetheless of the “party” years. Now, that I’m older and slightly wiser, I would like to pull buddy aside and smack him upside the head for the whole “smackin’ your hoe” comment. I be smackin’ an Irish-American rapper, jack-ass. Anyway, I use my selective …
