There's something about the grit behind someone grabbing a mic and wailing on it as if it were a part of their soul they're rejoining that I thrill to like nothing else. The closer, the better. The louder, the happier. Hard, intense, soulful or sexy- I like it every which way around. And when it's from the heart, it feels so much better to hear.
Thanks again for the very merry Christmas, Hotel Cafe. I love you.
Sara Bareilles sings Christmas from Jersey Shore
Gosh, how I love you guys:
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Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
Aw, thanks, Anonymous.
Don't you worry; I've been fully aware of how badly Blogg has sucked for the last year. It's been busy.
The articles from 2007 are gold, though. From hereon, I'll try and remember to rebroadcast classics when I don't have time to write something worth reading.
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