Hey, all. It’s Jessie. Lisa is curled up on my couch, watching American Idol. Since she posted twice while on Spring Break, I decided it was time that I check in with all of you.
My Spring Break? I read 3 James Patterson books, crocheted a blanket and watched Walker, Texas Ranger every morning.
Oh, but on Wednesday I went to the mall and met up with the fabulous Adam Scalese, on Thursday I went down to WVU to get lunch with the lovely Angie Servetnick (who happens to be Adam’s cousin, just FYI), and on Friday I got lunch with Ben, Jordan and Candace at Chuck E. Cheese. I am a master at that “Loose Change” game. I did much better than Ben did, but that’s because my arms are smaller and I could fit them under the plexi-glass easier. All the mommies there were staring at us funny; we must have looked like lurkers who were waiting to snatch their kids. I assure you, we weren’t.
So everyone who knows me knows that my taste in music keeps me listening to oldies religiously. Aside from American Pie, which might be my favorite song of all time, the most listened-to songs on my iPod are by Earth, Wind, & Fire, The O’Jays, BeBe Winans…
Sidebar: Lisa just told me that she thinks that her tongue is too big for her mouth
…BeBe Winans, The Commodores, Peabo Bryson, The Temptations, and Stevie Wonder.
However, lately I’ve been in a bit of a Billy Joel phase. It doesn’t really fit in with the rest of my favorite music.
Oh, except I love Neil Diamond.
Anyway, I’ve been expanding my Billy Joel collection through Limewire, and I’ve noticed that alot of Elton John songs are being improperly attributed to Billy Joel, most often Your Song and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.
Okay, people. Here’s how you can tell the difference between Billy Joel and Elton John.
If you’re singing along, and it makes you feel a little bit like a fairy, It’s Elton John.
If not, it’s Billy Joel.
If you feel like you should be wearing a tutu while dancing along, it’s Elton John.
If you feel like donning some dark sunglasses and rocking out, it’s Billy Joel.
Don’t get me wrong, Elton John has had some classics in his time. He’s just different from Billy Joel, and I feel that it’s pretty obvious.
Candle in the Wind? A little frilly.
We Didn’t Start the Fire? Not so much.
So to recap: I’ve been reading James Patterson, crocheting a lot, watching that crazy Walker, Texas Ranger, and now I’m on a Billy Joel kick. Aparently I aged about 50 years while on Spring Break.
