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Mindless Musical Blather of the Day
I have this playlist of 180 songs, eclectic enough to make me look open-minded, and mainstream enough to make critics and snobs throw up. Anyway, I'm listening to Ashlee Simpson's song "Pieces Of Me," a guilty pleasure to be sure, and trying to figure out why I like it so much. I figured it out: she reminds me of Anna Nalick. Ms. Nalick had a couple radio hits awhile back, if you recall. In any case, my list took me next to Bryan White, which, if you don't know Bryan White, you should. If people were imprisoned for having too much talent, White would be sharing a cell in the Pop Music Wing (all genres) with Glen Campbell and Michael Jackson. I heard a country music legend (can't remember which one) say he couldn't believe all that talent was contained in one person, that of Campbell, and a critic described White as a "90s Glen Campbell." [Side Rant: If you refuse to consider country music real music, I don't care what music you like, or what your opinion is. You don't even have to prefer it, but a priori rejection of it is plain stupid.] Personally, I don't understand how White didn't get even more huge than he is/was. His voice is incredible.
Anybody remember that Little Big Town hit, "Bring It On Home"? A friend was saying the other day that trying to be the savior in a marriage is bound to fail, which I noted well for future reference as a single man. Well, you can't help but note the tragic irony that the man singing the lead vocals for Little Big Town on that hit was divorced soon after. I don't know if that means love is way different than how love songs portray it, or if people are just too small to hold on to it. Probably both. In any case, I rejoice that even though I may not be a singing sensation, my time will come.
I still refuse to be cynical about love or love songs. They are the easiest to write. Just ask Babyface. Or Lionel Richie. And scores of others.

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