I have an appointment with yet another paint roller, so I’m just going to give you this little musical interlude. Feel free to sing along. I’ll be belting it out on top of a ladder with Mildred.
And no, I don’t know what is up with me and Neil Diamond this week. I think I’ve listened to I Am, I Said no less than forty-seven times. Don’t even get me started on Cracklin’ Rosie.
When I was a teenager, I bought a 45 of “I Am, I Said.” I thought it was, like, rilly rilly deep, man.
I told Rocco that song made me cry. He listened to it and said, “I don’t get it.” Obviously he doesn’t have a tortured soul like we deep two.
I’ll see your Neil Diamond, and raise you a Tom Jones.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBdSqk78nHw&feature=fvwrel
I like it when Mike Meyers does that song, too.
Must be the pregnancy hormones. Be careful on top of that ladder toots!
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My husband is the most brilliant Neil Diamond cover artist ever. The improv is astounding.
Also, tried to leave a comment yesterday but it didn’t work. First time I saw my baby boy, I thought “Paul.” But, we’d never even thought of the name, and he was already getting family names, so he’s not Paul.
Not the greatest comment of all time. Sorry.
*shakes fist at internet gods*
*notices lack of good nail grooming*
*hides nails in nose*
One of THE best Grammy performances ever!