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I love living in Lawrence and writing for ink -- especially about all things green.
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The king of yacht rock himself, Michael McDonald.


Two words: Michael McDonald.

Sometimes, it gets musically weird around here. This week, two of my co-workers have become obsessed with bad music. To be specific, yacht rock. We're talking Michael McDonald, the blue-eyed soul singer responsible for 80s semi-hits like "I keep forgettin'" and "What a fool believes." When Trevan and Monica aren't playing his songs on YouTube, they're singing them.

Then there's Cherryh's cell phone ring: every time someone calls her (which is quite often) her phone plays a fuzzy Shakira song that manages to get itself stuck in my head every day.

And then there's Laurie, my boss, who used to have an obsession with the Flo' Rida song "Low." It's a song the entire ink staff knows the lyrics to. It goes like this:

She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club lookin at her
She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

We used to hear that song about 15 times a day. Luckily, Laurie's over it now. But it's still in my head.

 

What gives, Sarah? I thought you were one of us ...
I'm not trying to be mean -- I seriously love listening to your molasses-smooth MM renditions.
You're lucky you were on vacay last week during my Regina Spektor phase. I think tomorrow will be George Michael "Too Funky" day.
ha! I've thought about changing the ring tone, but Monica has threatened me not to. Oh, and you should be thanking God you missed the Regina phase. She's good, but you know L-Dogg and her commitment to playing her fave artist over and over.
I personally prefer my boyfriend's brother's rendition of "Low"... "Apple bottom jeans, hoops with the fur." Oh, and it doesn't stop there...she wears "baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the strap-on"...it certainly makes the song more entertaining. :-) And, after spending this weekend with Monica, I too am Michael McDonalded out...well, maybe not MM exactly...just the way Monica sings MM while making up her own lyrics and substituting random noises for words.

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