I went back home to Indiana for a weekend and found an old burned cd in my sister's room. She hadn't been in there for years, and yet sitting on her dresser was a copy of Amy Winehouse's first cd. Neither of us had ever listened to it, because it was a recommendation, and it didn't have a picture of Mariah Carey on the front. It just goes to show you how hard musicians work before you get to know them.
For example, I love Matisyahu
But I loved him in the beginning, before the beard and the religious songs.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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