a little slap and tickle
I never thought I'd say this but AOL kicks ass. Let me 'splain before all you Mozilla-loving internet snobs abandon my blog in droves. I have a comp account because I work with AOL so technically, they pay ME to use it. Rock on, stick it to the Man and all that jazz.
Anyhoo, one of their features is AOL Radio and it's positively and shockingly wunderbar. I'm totally in love with the 80s Alternative channel. I feel the need to mention that The Hooters, Huey Lewis & the News, Expose and that ilk are NOWHERE (mercifully) to be found on this station. As I clean my apartment on this Memorial Day, I'm Swiffering to The Cure, Squeeze, New Order, Public Image, Ltd., English Beat, The The, Husker Du, et al. I just gave Bono a run for his money with my throaty rendition of "Red Hill Mining Town" from that musical masterpiece, The Joshua Tree.
For those of you with AOL access, give it a whirl. The offerings are tres yummy. Now if you'll pardon me, Mr. Clean and I have to get our groove on to "The Metro." [Random note: THE EX's brother thought that the lyrics to this song were "You were waiting there swimming through a pile of giz. (Sooooooooooooory)." I can never sing the proper words again.]
Anyhoo, one of their features is AOL Radio and it's positively and shockingly wunderbar. I'm totally in love with the 80s Alternative channel. I feel the need to mention that The Hooters, Huey Lewis & the News, Expose and that ilk are NOWHERE (mercifully) to be found on this station. As I clean my apartment on this Memorial Day, I'm Swiffering to The Cure, Squeeze, New Order, Public Image, Ltd., English Beat, The The, Husker Du, et al. I just gave Bono a run for his money with my throaty rendition of "Red Hill Mining Town" from that musical masterpiece, The Joshua Tree.
For those of you with AOL access, give it a whirl. The offerings are tres yummy. Now if you'll pardon me, Mr. Clean and I have to get our groove on to "The Metro." [Random note: THE EX's brother thought that the lyrics to this song were "You were waiting there swimming through a pile of giz. (Sooooooooooooory)." I can never sing the proper words again.]
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