Thursday, March 16, 2006

I will gladly lift your legs, they're on fire, lift your legs of desire

So. With Idol on everyone's mind in my office, there was a lot of Stevie Wonder being played. Annoyingly so. But still, I had a fix to fill. Superstition was burning in my head.

I cranked it up once home. But then I wanted to hear the Ohio Players. Which led me to listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Which sent the player into shuffle. Which brought up Rid of Me.

Man I miss PJ Harvey circa 1993. What happened, Polly Jean?

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