The wonder of summer

My summer obsessions include the following:

1. Martha Reeves and the Vandellas. After my Motown summer class, I've concluded that Martha Reeves would kick Diana Ross's ass any day. Seriously though, Martha's voice is amazing. If you haven't heard her before, check out "(Love is Like A) Heatwave" and "Come and Get These Memories". Youtube her too. Incredible.


2. Smokey Robinson & the Miracles. What I love about Smokey is his incredible voice.
Check out "Ooo Baby Baby" for reference.


3. Wonder Woman. Mostly because of my recent foray into Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe, but also because I'm beginning to love goddesses.


4. New Young Pony Club's Fantastic Playroom. I realize I'm about two years late on this one, and I don't give a shit. I still love it and I'm listening to it forever.


In other news though, I am back with the parents in Nevada. It's good to see mountains again, although the whole we-don't-get-the-New-York-Times thing is a little old. Hopefully a trip to the beach will be in order soon because I just bought 4 bathing suits for no particular reason, other than Victoria's Secret made them look irresistible. I may or may not have a problem.

busting moves.

Returned from Ocean Shores. It was not boring, to say the least. Ocean Shores will not go down in my memory as a place with great lattes (because I had only one halfway decent latte while I was there) or a place with friendly people (because most weren't too hospitable) or even a place with beautiful weather (rain falling sideways...).

I will remember the ocean, and I will remember dancing to someone karaoking Bust A Move at Cadillac Jack's. I'll remember being in bed by 7:30pm and watching Animal Planet all night. I'll remember dancing my little heart out, and all my sadness and all my restlessness.

I can't say that my muse has returned to me. But perhaps s/he is closer to returning.