This is a whole lot of update.
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aruanSometimes, just stating the obvious is fun. Being profound can get monotonous. ;)
Firstly: I'm making a Best of *NSYNC compilation (a 2 CD set, I've come to accept), some objective, some subjective. If anyone would like to offer their favorite (for whatever reason) track suggestions, they'd be greatly appreciated.
The definite list so far, in no special order:
That's the Way Love Goes
O Holy Night
Bye Bye Bye (Live Funk version)
It's Gonna Be Me (Live & Freaky)
More Than a Feeling
I Want You Back (Live Blues version)
That Girl (Will Never Be Mine)
Bee Gees medley (album version)
Up Against the Wall
I Thought She Knew
Sailing (possibly live two-step version)
Lion Sleeps Tonight (the version with Lance's intro)
Happy Birthday (to Rosie)
TIPY, BBB, IGBM medley
Gone/Girlfriend medley w/ Nelly
So Hard to Say Goodbye
The Two of Us
Wish Upon a Star
Thinking of You (I Drive Myself Crazy) (with JC singing lead)
And possibly a couple of solo ventures.
Also on the musical front, I want to have the babies of the person, vegetable, mineral or other, who/that wrote this review of A.D.I.D.A.S. (finder's credit to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jchalo). If he/she/it had just mentioned the awesomeness of the introductory guitar riff, I'd know I've found my soulmate:
We'll conveniently ignore the fact that it's not even the second song to be called that in recent times, and we'll do that because this is that rarity, a massive epic pop masterpiece that isn't trying to be anything other than a damn good time. You can split it down the middle if you like, the first three-and-a-half minutes are some very corny, old lines delivered with riotous glee by JC with the biggest, dumbest chorus you'll [hear] this year. All backed by a lovely floaty electronic backdrop.
It's all very good stuff. But the kicker is that after the song fades out at 3:20 in, you get this amazing break in the middle. What it sounds like is an old intro screens that got coded by people who illegally cracked and copied Commodore 64 games in the 1980s. These were a big part of my musical history, and the electronic pulses so scarily recall that, it's scary. Aside from bringing back wonderful memories, it just sounds incredible, a pastiche of odd influences without desperately trying to be clever, relevant. After all, similar things were going on on N*Sync's well-meaning but rather terrible Pop single, and appropriately, this is vaguely reminiscent of a BT song I can't place. Or maybe it's someone similar to BT. Anyway, you get two minutes of this wonderfulness before the chorus comes back to squash everyone in its path like a particularly shiny steamroller.
Lazy, seemingly obligated bit now. This isn't even remotely on the same page as Justin Timberlake, stylistic comparisons would say precisely nothing - Justin superimposed himself onto a successful template, which was risky for his producers and label but not for him personally or creatively. This by contrast is expansive, strange even in today's musical climate but at the same time hugely commercial what with its ridiculously anthemic chorus where JC repeats slight variants on "all day [long] I dream about sex" and this is just the sort of thing that should resonate equally as strongly with his legion of young female fans as it does with 80s pop freaks (there's never been a better time to be one of those, that's for sure). [does it make me schizophrenic that I'm both? ;)] It's stupid, but delivered without a trace of irony, just an enormous sense of fun. Let's hope the record company doesn't decide to radio edit it to oblivion.
My love for this song, as you all know, is shamelessly unholy, so to hear someone wax articulately poetic about its merits instead of just getting bogged down in its admitted inanity is so fucking cool I could just snog him/her/it senseless.
And now, because this kudos is equally justified (heh), excerpts from a review of Justin's concert in Glasgow, Scotland:
His 10-piece funk band launched into Rock Your Body and Timberlake, who could have commanded hours of applause by just standing there, works the crowd with the sort of charisma that gets even the fans' boyfriends attempting to dance.
Senorita is equally accomplished, the band keen to have found the natural home in the Latin rhythms and pepper it with drum and trumpet solos. Indeed, the call-response sections of the song was made for an auditorium full of girls high on Timberlake.
The man commands the stage, vocally, physically and charismatically.
Like I said, he could have just stood there.
That review took me right back to Fort Lauderdale. My girls! My first SDB concert experience! Justin was amazing, headcold notwithstanding, and I remember thinking just that, how he had us completely obedient to his slightest whim - there was no resisting him at all. Good times.
Anyway. I like my classes this semester. I like attending lectures. I don't want to not like them because I have to drag myself out of bed/am in some varyingly advanced state of asleep for them. I've been going to bed/passing out around two o'clock in the morning and waking up at 6:30 three days a week and not being able to sleep past 9 for the rest, and it's seriously fucking with my otherwise kickass existence. Maybe it's all the coffee I've been drinking that's been keeping it at bay, and going without for three days is long enough to mess with me.
Though fuck me, but Fact Finding is going to be a lot more work than I'd anticipated. Like, driving to different counties and sitting in their musty courthouses looking up records.
Yeah.
And the roommate who has no plans to get rid of the cat, by the way, is gone for some unspecified length of time but has thankfully fobbed off said pet to a friend for said duration. I'm taking this as my gift for today, but also going back to my RA to have another little chat.
States I haven't been to (it's shorter this way):
Alaska, Arkansas, Delaware, Hawaii, Idaho, Indiana, Iowa, Maine, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, New Hampshire, New Jersey, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Dakota, Vermont, Washington,
Wisconsin
Yeah, okay, it's shorter only by one state, but this way it can be a checklist! Anyone residing in the aforementioned states feel like putting up a vagabond should she decide to write a travelogue (or you know, just travel)?
Outside the States - I'm from Hungary, and took trips I was too young to remember much of to Greece and Romania. I've been to England on a four-hour stopover, just long enough to have fantastic English pizza, and also to Germany under similar circumstances minus the good pizza. I went to Australia and New Zealand on a group outing the summer before my sophomore year of high school - two of the most amazing and memorable weeks of my life. We drove by bus from Sydney to Brisbane and flew to Auckland, from which we drove to Rotorua, got horrendously stinky in the sulfur springs, and flew back home the next day. Yeah, our fellow passengers loved us.
Happy belated birthday to Orlando Bloom, who should keep doing just as he is - period pieces involving skimpy Grecian battle gear, English rentboys, flitty elf princes and pirates. Oh, Orlando. You bring such joy to my life.
I think gay cowboy movies should be the new de rigeur of mainstream Hollywood. That way all the touted up-and-coming actors would be clamoring for scripts and all the veterans looking to kickstart their careers would be giving their agents a call, too, and wouldn't it all be so grand?
I'm a whim away from jumping into the ficlet request meme fray. Because I am masochistic and clearly insane.
The boys singing Can't Get Next To You makes me intensely happy. They all get solos! Even Lance, who must've had a hearty prescription for Allegra for the length of the tour, as he's otherwise seemingly allergic to them. Such a shame, that.
Lance's voice is fascinating to me, especially the dichotomy of his speaking and singing voices. I wouldn't have been able to tell he sings bass from his speaking voice - it doesn't rumble like many other men I've come across. I was really surprised the first time I heard him speak, and especially hearing him do it for an extended period of time at how (relatively) high his speaking voice is. It's a surprise every time I hear him sing just how low his voice can go, without him sounding like he's reaching for it. His few lines in Can't Get Next To You from the Celebrity tour and the lone solo line in The Only Gift stood out to me immediately. It's like he sings with a completely different voice. I'd love to hear him sing something slow, a love song so honest the words alone would melt you three lines in, but with his voice the maitre'd may as well stick the fork in you as soon as he opens his mouth.
I saw the article on the gay penguins a few months back, but the thought of the two males fostering the young parents' extra egg doesn't get any less absolutely adorable.
Mmm. Why yes, I am Ingelhoffer's bitch. Best. Mustard. Ever. However, I need bananas, cereal, and crunchy peanut butter. More shopping soon.
And not only was the second day of the semester not too soon to lock myself out, but doing it again exactly a week later wasn't too soon. Stupid fire drills! It's cold outside! Don't tellxalxuffasch, but I was only hugging him for his body heat for the first 45 seconds. I don't usually get lonely or terribly clingy physically, but tonight was just one of those nights, and he's a fantastic commiseration buddy, tall enough to rest his chin on my head, and obliging.
Oh, and last but certainly not least, fic:
ink_stain wrote wonderfully evocative rainy day JC fic that I've read about five times now and don't see stopping that trend anytime soon. So good! Go read and love.
without_me wrote just-this-side-of-schmoopy Bassez, and I just melted. JC's not-quite proposal in the bathroom, Joey and Lance as he's getting ready, Lance not being able to look right at him as he spoke truly inspired vows. A perfect little slice of something beautiful.
synecdochic wrote this, and god do I wish I was half that eloquent, much less coherent and poignant before sleep.
icebun wrote JC/Orlando that made my toes curl and my freakin' hair tingle.
bettyp wrote TimberTrick in an arcade with control freaky action on top of a pinball machine with promises of more to come in less... germy places. This:
"See, I'm a sweetheart of a guy who loves you back. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be up on you all the time -- I'd be making you ask me for it. I'd be making you come back to me every single time and tell me what you wanted before I gave it to you. Now, is that what you want?" Justin shook his head meekly, and Chris kissed his cheek. Because he was a good guy and he loved Justin, Chris didn't mention the way that Justin's eyes and his breathing had already betrayed him. This would hardly be the first thing that Chris had waited for Justin to grow into, to be ready for.
Made me meep. Nothing dignified about it.
Also (yeah, I cheated), huge, huge hugs and thanks to Schiz, decidedly one of the most incredibly generous and thoughtful, wonderful friends in all the world, and not just because there's a Burberry scarf on its way to me as we speak, but that particular detail, right just now, is a big, big reason for why I'm waxing poetic about her virtues.
That is all. (And not a moment too soon, I'm sure.)
Quote of the Day:
stamplet found a Basement Jaxx concert-goer's review of a recent show: Hell, I thought I'd die before getting to hear 'Plug It In.' The dude singing tried his best but afterwards, cis and I were like "JC Chasez MAKES 'Plug It In.'"
Which isn't anything the band hasn't said, but it doesn't get any less cool to hear.
[ETA: Good golly. Five minutes in and I'm head-over-heels in love with Smallville again. Wow. Just, wow. Why is Lex in an asylum? Why do I find him oddly hot in that awful lighting and those heinous scrubs?]
Firstly: I'm making a Best of *NSYNC compilation (a 2 CD set, I've come to accept), some objective, some subjective. If anyone would like to offer their favorite (for whatever reason) track suggestions, they'd be greatly appreciated.
The definite list so far, in no special order:
That's the Way Love Goes
O Holy Night
Bye Bye Bye (Live Funk version)
It's Gonna Be Me (Live & Freaky)
More Than a Feeling
I Want You Back (Live Blues version)
That Girl (Will Never Be Mine)
Bee Gees medley (album version)
Up Against the Wall
I Thought She Knew
Sailing (possibly live two-step version)
Lion Sleeps Tonight (the version with Lance's intro)
Happy Birthday (to Rosie)
TIPY, BBB, IGBM medley
Gone/Girlfriend medley w/ Nelly
So Hard to Say Goodbye
The Two of Us
Wish Upon a Star
Thinking of You (I Drive Myself Crazy) (with JC singing lead)
And possibly a couple of solo ventures.
Also on the musical front, I want to have the babies of the person, vegetable, mineral or other, who/that wrote this review of A.D.I.D.A.S. (finder's credit to
jchalo). If he/she/it had just mentioned the awesomeness of the introductory guitar riff, I'd know I've found my soulmate:We'll conveniently ignore the fact that it's not even the second song to be called that in recent times, and we'll do that because this is that rarity, a massive epic pop masterpiece that isn't trying to be anything other than a damn good time. You can split it down the middle if you like, the first three-and-a-half minutes are some very corny, old lines delivered with riotous glee by JC with the biggest, dumbest chorus you'll [hear] this year. All backed by a lovely floaty electronic backdrop.
It's all very good stuff. But the kicker is that after the song fades out at 3:20 in, you get this amazing break in the middle. What it sounds like is an old intro screens that got coded by people who illegally cracked and copied Commodore 64 games in the 1980s. These were a big part of my musical history, and the electronic pulses so scarily recall that, it's scary. Aside from bringing back wonderful memories, it just sounds incredible, a pastiche of odd influences without desperately trying to be clever, relevant. After all, similar things were going on on N*Sync's well-meaning but rather terrible Pop single, and appropriately, this is vaguely reminiscent of a BT song I can't place. Or maybe it's someone similar to BT. Anyway, you get two minutes of this wonderfulness before the chorus comes back to squash everyone in its path like a particularly shiny steamroller.
Lazy, seemingly obligated bit now. This isn't even remotely on the same page as Justin Timberlake, stylistic comparisons would say precisely nothing - Justin superimposed himself onto a successful template, which was risky for his producers and label but not for him personally or creatively. This by contrast is expansive, strange even in today's musical climate but at the same time hugely commercial what with its ridiculously anthemic chorus where JC repeats slight variants on "all day [long] I dream about sex" and this is just the sort of thing that should resonate equally as strongly with his legion of young female fans as it does with 80s pop freaks (there's never been a better time to be one of those, that's for sure). [does it make me schizophrenic that I'm both? ;)] It's stupid, but delivered without a trace of irony, just an enormous sense of fun. Let's hope the record company doesn't decide to radio edit it to oblivion.
My love for this song, as you all know, is shamelessly unholy, so to hear someone wax articulately poetic about its merits instead of just getting bogged down in its admitted inanity is so fucking cool I could just snog him/her/it senseless.
And now, because this kudos is equally justified (heh), excerpts from a review of Justin's concert in Glasgow, Scotland:
His 10-piece funk band launched into Rock Your Body and Timberlake, who could have commanded hours of applause by just standing there, works the crowd with the sort of charisma that gets even the fans' boyfriends attempting to dance.
Senorita is equally accomplished, the band keen to have found the natural home in the Latin rhythms and pepper it with drum and trumpet solos. Indeed, the call-response sections of the song was made for an auditorium full of girls high on Timberlake.
The man commands the stage, vocally, physically and charismatically.
Like I said, he could have just stood there.
That review took me right back to Fort Lauderdale. My girls! My first SDB concert experience! Justin was amazing, headcold notwithstanding, and I remember thinking just that, how he had us completely obedient to his slightest whim - there was no resisting him at all. Good times.
Anyway. I like my classes this semester. I like attending lectures. I don't want to not like them because I have to drag myself out of bed/am in some varyingly advanced state of asleep for them. I've been going to bed/passing out around two o'clock in the morning and waking up at 6:30 three days a week and not being able to sleep past 9 for the rest, and it's seriously fucking with my otherwise kickass existence. Maybe it's all the coffee I've been drinking that's been keeping it at bay, and going without for three days is long enough to mess with me.
Though fuck me, but Fact Finding is going to be a lot more work than I'd anticipated. Like, driving to different counties and sitting in their musty courthouses looking up records.
Yeah.
And the roommate who has no plans to get rid of the cat, by the way, is gone for some unspecified length of time but has thankfully fobbed off said pet to a friend for said duration. I'm taking this as my gift for today, but also going back to my RA to have another little chat.
States I haven't been to (it's shorter this way):
Alaska, Arkansas, Delaware, Hawaii, Idaho, Indiana, Iowa, Maine, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, New Hampshire, New Jersey, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Dakota, Vermont, Washington,
Wisconsin
Yeah, okay, it's shorter only by one state, but this way it can be a checklist! Anyone residing in the aforementioned states feel like putting up a vagabond should she decide to write a travelogue (or you know, just travel)?
Outside the States - I'm from Hungary, and took trips I was too young to remember much of to Greece and Romania. I've been to England on a four-hour stopover, just long enough to have fantastic English pizza, and also to Germany under similar circumstances minus the good pizza. I went to Australia and New Zealand on a group outing the summer before my sophomore year of high school - two of the most amazing and memorable weeks of my life. We drove by bus from Sydney to Brisbane and flew to Auckland, from which we drove to Rotorua, got horrendously stinky in the sulfur springs, and flew back home the next day. Yeah, our fellow passengers loved us.
Happy belated birthday to Orlando Bloom, who should keep doing just as he is - period pieces involving skimpy Grecian battle gear, English rentboys, flitty elf princes and pirates. Oh, Orlando. You bring such joy to my life.
I think gay cowboy movies should be the new de rigeur of mainstream Hollywood. That way all the touted up-and-coming actors would be clamoring for scripts and all the veterans looking to kickstart their careers would be giving their agents a call, too, and wouldn't it all be so grand?
I'm a whim away from jumping into the ficlet request meme fray. Because I am masochistic and clearly insane.
The boys singing Can't Get Next To You makes me intensely happy. They all get solos! Even Lance, who must've had a hearty prescription for Allegra for the length of the tour, as he's otherwise seemingly allergic to them. Such a shame, that.
Lance's voice is fascinating to me, especially the dichotomy of his speaking and singing voices. I wouldn't have been able to tell he sings bass from his speaking voice - it doesn't rumble like many other men I've come across. I was really surprised the first time I heard him speak, and especially hearing him do it for an extended period of time at how (relatively) high his speaking voice is. It's a surprise every time I hear him sing just how low his voice can go, without him sounding like he's reaching for it. His few lines in Can't Get Next To You from the Celebrity tour and the lone solo line in The Only Gift stood out to me immediately. It's like he sings with a completely different voice. I'd love to hear him sing something slow, a love song so honest the words alone would melt you three lines in, but with his voice the maitre'd may as well stick the fork in you as soon as he opens his mouth.
I saw the article on the gay penguins a few months back, but the thought of the two males fostering the young parents' extra egg doesn't get any less absolutely adorable.
Mmm. Why yes, I am Ingelhoffer's bitch. Best. Mustard. Ever. However, I need bananas, cereal, and crunchy peanut butter. More shopping soon.
And not only was the second day of the semester not too soon to lock myself out, but doing it again exactly a week later wasn't too soon. Stupid fire drills! It's cold outside! Don't tell
xalxuffasch, but I was only hugging him for his body heat for the first 45 seconds. I don't usually get lonely or terribly clingy physically, but tonight was just one of those nights, and he's a fantastic commiseration buddy, tall enough to rest his chin on my head, and obliging.Oh, and last but certainly not least, fic:
ink_stain wrote wonderfully evocative rainy day JC fic that I've read about five times now and don't see stopping that trend anytime soon. So good! Go read and love.without_me wrote just-this-side-of-schmoopy Bassez, and I just melted. JC's not-quite proposal in the bathroom, Joey and Lance as he's getting ready, Lance not being able to look right at him as he spoke truly inspired vows. A perfect little slice of something beautiful.synecdochic wrote this, and god do I wish I was half that eloquent, much less coherent and poignant before sleep.icebun wrote JC/Orlando that made my toes curl and my freakin' hair tingle.bettyp wrote TimberTrick in an arcade with control freaky action on top of a pinball machine with promises of more to come in less... germy places. This:"See, I'm a sweetheart of a guy who loves you back. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be up on you all the time -- I'd be making you ask me for it. I'd be making you come back to me every single time and tell me what you wanted before I gave it to you. Now, is that what you want?" Justin shook his head meekly, and Chris kissed his cheek. Because he was a good guy and he loved Justin, Chris didn't mention the way that Justin's eyes and his breathing had already betrayed him. This would hardly be the first thing that Chris had waited for Justin to grow into, to be ready for.
Made me meep. Nothing dignified about it.
Also (yeah, I cheated), huge, huge hugs and thanks to Schiz, decidedly one of the most incredibly generous and thoughtful, wonderful friends in all the world, and not just because there's a Burberry scarf on its way to me as we speak, but that particular detail, right just now, is a big, big reason for why I'm waxing poetic about her virtues.
That is all. (And not a moment too soon, I'm sure.)
Quote of the Day:
stamplet found a Basement Jaxx concert-goer's review of a recent show: Hell, I thought I'd die before getting to hear 'Plug It In.' The dude singing tried his best but afterwards, cis and I were like "JC Chasez MAKES 'Plug It In.'"Which isn't anything the band hasn't said, but it doesn't get any less cool to hear.
[ETA: Good golly. Five minutes in and I'm head-over-heels in love with Smallville again. Wow. Just, wow. Why is Lex in an asylum? Why do I find him oddly hot in that awful lighting and those heinous scrubs?]
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Date: January 15th, 2004 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: January 15th, 2004 12:53 pm (UTC)Orlando's lips are warm and wet and JC moans into the kiss as Orlando's hands fall to his hips, grinding his own hips against JC's.
"Oh yeah." Orlando breathes out, "You’re just fucking perfect, aren't you?"
may have made me make sounds I was very glad the roomie wasn't around to hear. Uhm, yes. Very, very well done.
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Date: January 15th, 2004 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: January 15th, 2004 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: January 15th, 2004 12:57 pm (UTC)Oooh, look, fic recs!! :) :)
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Date: January 16th, 2004 11:31 am (UTC)Yes! Fic recs! Hope you like.
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Date: January 15th, 2004 01:33 pm (UTC)And the JC review! Go JC:) Really, this whole post was most entertaining. Thanks.
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Date: January 16th, 2004 11:35 am (UTC)Question - about thirty seconds or so before the end of the song, it doesn't sound like they're doing anything special with the lyrics/singing, but the screaming rises to a deafening pitch a few seconds. Do you know what happens there (I assume I'm missing a visual here)?
Seriously, go JC. He did good on this album, and that's the best review I've seen so far of any of it, honest but also gives kudos where it's deserved.
*g* Thanks, hon. It was "a lot" of update, but I had fun, too. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: January 16th, 2004 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: January 17th, 2004 02:57 pm (UTC)And Chris dances like a fool for fun here, too. I don't know if they did the same stuff all the time, but probably mostly along the same lines.
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Date: January 17th, 2004 03:21 pm (UTC)*is dead from the thought alone*
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Date: January 15th, 2004 05:04 pm (UTC);)
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Date: January 16th, 2004 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: January 16th, 2004 11:39 am (UTC)My love for Sundreams runs pretty deep, too, because, as you said, JC on a beach, surfing or swimming or just, you know, standing there, is indeed very, very good.
The two-step version of Sailing is from one of their tours - there's no studio version. I'm not sure which tour, and I have the track, so if you'd like it, hit me up on AIM - MoonBrat42.
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Date: January 17th, 2004 09:25 am (UTC)You've seen the footage of their Atlantis performance, with Lance singing the first verse of "Lean On Me," yes? It's only a few lines, and it's hardly the honest love song of your dreams, but it's certainly the longest I've ever heard him sing alone. (If you haven't got the footage, I'd be happy to capture it for you.)
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Date: January 17th, 2004 09:40 am (UTC)But yesterday I went through my computer, CDs, and archives, and found an mp3 of the performance. They're going along on the medley and I'm all, yeah, this is cool... and then Lance introduces the song and sings the entire first verse and I. just. melted. Like, squeed and flailed my hands and pleaded to know where this recording has been all my life. He needs to sing. Lots. And more. Stuff that brings out that lilt in his voice that's melodic and smoky, maybe jazzy if TPTB really love me.
I know I've got the concert on tape somewhere besides the mp3, but thanks for the offer. This fandom, man. Generosity like nobody'd believe. :)
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Date: January 17th, 2004 10:10 am (UTC)He needs to sing. Lots. And more.
I can only figure that if the boy liked singing solos, he'd have done a lot more of it by now, because, really-- who'd tell him no? So I just assume that he doesn't like singing alone while I continue to add to the playlist I've titled "Songs Lance Bass Really Needs To Cover." *wry*
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Date: January 17th, 2004 12:57 pm (UTC)And I'd love to see your list. I've only idly daydreamed about it since it's such a far-fetched notion. I have more fun thinking up songs for JC to cover. If he ever decides to go near something of The Cure's, that will mark my moment of total self-actualization. Seriously, I'll just spontaneously combust in a nova of fulfillment. *g*