Saturday, November 8, 2008

Pipes of Gold

The holidays are upon us... well, that's what has been impressed upon me every time I've happened into a purveyor of retail goods since early August. Anyway, in an effort to ease my way into a festive condition, I fired up my DVD copy of Holiday Inn, and shared a good snuggle... with myself, of course. Ah, the experience of hearing Bing Crosby sing... it transcends the mere enjoyment of a memorable tune or the bliss brought on by a glorious voice. It is nothing short of divine oral effulgence, effortless in its utterance... aurally enveloping one in a dulcet warmth that stirs the soul. An auditory experience like no other, I derive physical pleasure, what I might best describe as some sort of hyper-relaxed release, when I hear Mr. Crosby sing.

Too bad the guy was such a douchebag!

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