vendredi, avril 17, 2009

Delilaah

Somewhere along the line I got the reputation of being an egghead.

Nah, no way. Would anyone who listens to the Delilah show be the Volvo-driving, NPR-listening type?

Aw, come to think of it...

Do you know who Delilah is? She's a grandmother and a late night painter who has a radio show at night when she takes dedications -- here she is played on B101, a soft rock station. Delilah's got the kind of voice that makes you feel like maybe you and she could be friends -- as though you'd run into her on your village street and were catching up on the local news. Wives send songs to their husbands who are overseas, would be lovers to the object of their desire, daughters to their mothers.

Every twenty minutes or so in the car, after hearing Kelly Clarkson and Fall Out Boy's latest masterwork once or three times over, I torment my kids with Delilah and her listener's sometimes fascinating stories.

And sometimes night, driving home from a meeting or time with a friend, I'll find it relaxing to check out the gentle dialogue between her and other listener

Oh, but those songs -- wasn't living through them in the 80's enough for America?

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