I'm awash in gloriously bad music today: a Rod McKuen / Anita Kerr 3 LP set (The Sea / The Earth / The Sky) on the Califone (not as good/bad as the classic In Search of Eros, though), the horrific Deepak Chopra and Friends' A Gift of Love in the CD player -- Rumi poems read by folks like Madonna and Demi Moore (and most memorably by Deepak himself), all set to cheesy new age / softcore porn music -- and most memorably described on Amazon.com as:
As a wayfarer on the path, this CD has helped deepen my love and longing for God...I shed tears; my skin prickles as I shiver with deep knowing. The combination of the spoken word and music results in an intensified resonance which vibrates throughout my whole being. What a beautiful gift to us, Deepak...my heart thanks you!My skin prickles indeed.
And Wing through my computer speakers. I'm ordering a copy of Wing Sings The Carpenters now.
Update: I feel a little bad now because Wing Han Tsang herself has written me twice after I placed my order and she seems awfully nice. I asked her whether she had any plans to reissue her first couple of CDs (now out of print), and she wrote back:
i also let you know as well,so you know what,s go on.nother particular.you,ll will hear 5 songs of the phantom of the pera i am singing in my first and i am singing them again in my new cd (all your favourites) and i sang much better.i,ll not reprint any of my cds but i prefer i,ll sing them and recording them again to show myself and to all my fans i am improving.Posted by the wily filipino at October 13, 2003 11:53 AM