Forever in Sansabelts: Remembering the D-Days.

Maybe tonight. Maybe tonight by the fire. All alone. You and I. Money talks. It don't sing and dance, and it can't walk. Neil. This song was on in the supermarket yesterday and it's been looping in my head ever since. I have to admit. I do have a soft spot for the D. It's my mom's fault. I can specifically remember her freaking out over The Jazz Singer and then, day in, day out literally for months all I heard in the house was Neil. Yikes. Now I understand where I got my record playing persistance from. Which reminds me, my annual J-Church binge is coming up...

Check it out. Quite possibly the best Neil Diamond fan site ever. You'll need the audio for complete appreciation. I almost peed.