Flo and Eddie

If you turn on Pandora Radio, then click to your Byrds channel (I cant listen to Esperanza Spalding all day), and start painting, eventually you get to the Turtles singing It Ain't Me Babe. A choice which, I suppose, is at the essence of Pandora's music-genome search and selection function.

Me? I'm not much of a Turtles fan, and Flo and Eddie--a nomme d'something for the two leaders of the Turtles--once had a radio show in New York--WNEW, maybe (how the mighty had fallen by then)--and it was one of the most excruciating listening experiences you could imagine.

More excruciating than, say, scraping fingernails down a blackboard?
Vastly.
Wow.
I'm here to tell you.

All that aside, their Ain't Me Babe version was actually really rocking.

An a related note, it is worth considering that no sooner did I mention Esperanza Spalding (ten or twenty posts back) than she ends up on the cover of the Sunday Times' "T" Magazine. Which proves that I'm cooler than The Times (how hard is that?), and likely cooler than you, dear reader.

Although it isn't a contest.

Quick Moment of Live-Blogging (Really!): Oh Shit! Now it's playing Happy Together! The greatest Turtles hit ever, and a song that, truth be told, always makes me smile.

I may have to switch to my Buffalo Springfield channel. Two Turtles songs about maxes me out.

Quick Moment of Life-Blogging (Really!): Crisis averted. Now they're playing the Kinks. To wit:

'Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.

And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man

'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
'Cause he's better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his father's loot,
When Pater passes on.

'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the Regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
'Cause he's dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.

'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

Is it "live-blogging" or "life-blogging"?
I don't know. There appears to be a fine line.
That Kinks song is good, though.
Isn't it? A classic--I love the line about the girl next door and how he's "dying to get at her."
We've all got girls like that.
Yes we do. My list currently includes Mila Kunis and the podium girl from the Tour de France who handed the daily stage winner his trophy.
The one on the right?
Exactly.
Dark hair; always wore a black dress and a yellow headband?
She haunts me.
That smile...
It haunts me. What's that line?
What line?
You know. The one about Communism on a pretty day?
"To see her in sunlight was to see Marxism die." That the one?
You know it is.
Hah. You've got a better chance with that Kunis girl.