As a kid the coolest name to say outloud that wouldn't get you into trouble was Engelbert Humperdink. I could not figure out how adults were able to take this British helmet haired crooner seriously. I mean as soon as I heard, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Engelbert Humperdinck." I'd just lose it. Hump a dink, ha ha ha. In my twenties, my roommate had an Engelbert Humperdinck album, and every once in a while he'd appear in the living room in a black velvet smoking jacket and proclaim it was time for some Humperdinck. "Release Me"was fine, "Quando Quando Quando" was good, but we'd loose our collective shit and belt out "Lonely is a Man without Love" and then prance around. I never said I was mature, and for whatever reason I had developed a begrudging respect for Mister Hump a dink as a fine vocalist. I'll also be the first to admit that there's a generic quality to his vocals that make him hard to distinguish from many of his con...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget