Damn that Topher!
As a "thank you" for being such a pain in the ass last Saturday (by insisting that we not do the "same old thing" by going to see a movie and getting a couple of drinks - which, it must pointed out, turned out fantastically well: Play Without Words), he got me copies of a couple albums from his friend Badomi DeCesare. She, by the way, was a big benefactor of the production of Tartuffe we did in 2004.
Anyway, I'm totally and completely hooked on her album, Almost Texas. I've been listening to it over and over... note the time at the bottom of the entry. I've set my clock for 6 a.m. to do a couple of laps around Prospect Park.
Oh well. At least I can download Badomi to my Shuffle and listen to her while I sleep-ride around the park. Meanwhile, you go out and order Badomi's CDs!

Anyway, I'm totally and completely hooked on her album, Almost Texas. I've been listening to it over and over... note the time at the bottom of the entry. I've set my clock for 6 a.m. to do a couple of laps around Prospect Park.
Oh well. At least I can download Badomi to my Shuffle and listen to her while I sleep-ride around the park. Meanwhile, you go out and order Badomi's CDs!
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