burning, burning, burning…  no, not sensation, music for the partay.
sixty greatest hits for sixty great years of mom.  not sixty actual songs, because, well, I’m not that anal… but she’ll be 60 on friday.

party music, trying to accomodate her likes with a party flow–  it’s like the guy said in High Fidelity, “The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.”  and this is a four volume set.  so this shit’s for real.  gotta put my nose to the grindstone.  heh.

you know the best voices i’ve ever heard?  Mandy Patinkin (Indigo from Princess Bride) and Queen Latifah.  amazing.  Patinkin used to be a broadway star before he did movies.

I think I’ll close it with Goodnight Irene.

I love to make mixed cd’s for people.  in fact, I’ve made some for people and then not given them.  it’s so personal it makes me feel like a big goober and I think, “oh jayzus…” and smack my head.

The Andrews Sisters

I can see
No matter how near you’ll be
You’ll never belong to me
But I can dream, can’t I?
Can’t I pretend that I’m locked in the bend of your embrace?
For dreams are just like wine
And I am drunk with mine

I’m aware
My heart is a sad affair
There’s much disillusion there
But I can dream, can’t I?
Can’t I adore you
Although we are oceans apart?
I can’t make you open your heart
But I can dream, can’t I?

I’m aware
My heart is a sad affair
There’s much disillusion there
But I can dream, can’t I?
Can’t I adore you
Although we are oceans apart?
I can’t make you open your heart
But I can dream, can’t I?