So this is what happens when I get 2 hours sleep and then have to go pick up Dianne at 5:45 am on a Saturday morning: my mind starts to melt! After bringing her back from an "inconclusive" night at the sleep clinic - and an early morning breakfast at our favorite local diner (where I entertained her sleep deprived brain by "interpreting" the deeper meaning behind the weekly church listings my colleagues post in our local paper) - I found myself starting to sing the world's WORST love songs.
That's when it hit me: "What a great idea for Thanksgiving Eve, yeah? A short but very intense medley of some of these stinkers..." You might have your own and I would love to include them.
+ Paul Anka: Having My Baby
+ Rupert Holmes: Pina Colada
+ Sammy Johns: Chevy Van
+ Air Supply: The One You Love
+ Bobby Goldsboro: Honey
+ Four Seasons: Working My Way Back to You Babe
+ Minnie Ripperton: Lovin' You
+ Starland Vocal Band: Afternoon Delight
+ The Byrds: Chestnut Mare
+ JaneBirkin et Serge Gainsbourg: Je T'aime
WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN: REFLECTIONS ON TENDERNESS IN A CHAOTIC CULTURE
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