May I present Emin - not to be confused with Eminem, the white (wannabe black) rapper who sings about hate, killing, drugs...all that loveliness. Oh no. Emin has nothing in common with Eminem, other than he is male. But Emin actually sings (good classy songs). He's not bad to look at, either.
From Azerbaijan (not that I could find it on a map), this singer croons with a tone reminiscent of Chris Isaak and/or Elvis, depending on the song. Of course it's the international versions of Chris Isaak and Elvis...would you expect anything less than world music from me? But hey, give it a shot, click on the videos...He's singing in English, I promise!
Here we have my current favorite: Don't Go. It's not a true music video, just pictures...but the song is pretty.
It makes me sad that iTunes does not carry his music in the US store. I mean, they have it in the UK store, but I'm not fully convinced I can switch stores just to buy the music. Maybe I can? Do you know a way?
I'd buy this song, too: Wonder. (Okay, okay, I'd buy them all.)
My parents recently celebrated 50 years of wedded bliss...or at least 50 years dealing with children and family life. I have to say a big "Congratulations!" to them. Fifty years is hard, especially in this day and age. It's rare to come across marriages that last that long. Did you know that the average life span of a marriage is 8 years anymore.*
Anyway, to celebrate this feat, all 8 of the children that my parents raised, as well as their children (and children's children) threw a party...well, two...but let's not split hairs.
I could go on for hours...days...about the qualities that keep marriages together or strategies that work...but I'll spare you (I am, after all, single myself). My goal is just to point out the incredible job my niece did on cupcakes! In the far back, we have strawberry lemonade, next to them is strawberry-blueberry chocolate, and in the front we have cappuccino with chocolate buttercream frosting. They were gorgeous! (And tasty, too!)
Don't you think she should open a business? I do.
*Or so I've heard from my father. I haven't bothered to look that statistic up.
"Prince Ali, mighty is he, Ali Ababwa! Strong as ten regular men, definitely..." resounded through my bathroom this morning while I soaped up my hair.
Just kidding! I don't sing in the shower. Well, not typically. Sometimes I do, but it's more like this:
But without that fantastic voice. Picture a teenage male hitting puberty. It's more like that, but slow and in Spanish, like this guy. (Yes, I am female...so what if I have a rather masculine singing voice?)
However, today was different. I was singing in English. That infernal song, Sky Mall Kitties, was stuck in my head in the shower this morning. Thank you, Aunt Becky.
PS. Yes, I do randomly break out into the songs from Aladdin. Often. Just ask anyone who knows me. Most of the time people just roll their eyes and walk away. It hits me at the most random times. But I have never had that song pop into my mind while scrubbing myself clean.
PPS. Did you know that they make toilets that can play your music? I think I need one! And then I'd put in the Tarzan song by Aqua...Can't you just picture it? Check it out:
My life would finally be complete. What do you think? Could you live without a toilet that sang to you?
