I grew up listening to Big Daddy Arthur P on 101.1 the WRIF. He was and still is quite a character. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of my followers from around the country might know his name. If not, you may know the distinct sound of his voice and the way he says his trademark word, baby.
Enjoy the tuneage while I stroll down memory lane for a bit. I love Bob and Kid, but my favorite Detroiter is Jack White. Going to listen to a little Love Interruption and swoon.
Bob Seger (They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut. Yes, this song often brings out my inner stripper.)
Jack White (Every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me….)
What if it rained? We didn’t care She said that someday soon the sun was gonna shine. And she was right, this love of mine, My Valentine
Not much to write this Sunday morning. I know it’s time for Christmas music, but I’m fighting it tooth and nail. I’m not a Scrooge. I’m just picky about what I listen to. Traditional, moody and in a minor key please.
Watch the video and enjoy one of my favorites by Sir Paul. It’s most definitely a song to be listened to with a lover, in bed with the rain pattering on the windows. Warm bodies entangled in each other and a cozy comforter. Not sure why, but rain always makes me feel this way. Maybe it’s the prospect of the sun emerging from behind those clouds? Maybe.