Can’t believe I’ve been sharing tunes with all you good, good people over these weeks and haven’t dropped a Beastie Bomb on you yet. Undeniably one of my favourites EVER... in fact – here I am one Hallowe’en dressed as Adam Yauch:
In. Ter. Gal. Ac. Tic. Plan. Et. Ter. Rey.
Okay, so my badonkadonk is, shall we say... a bit more ‘voluptuous’ than I would probably like. But I can shake it. One of the things I miss most about Canada is getting ready on a Friday or Saturday night (okay, lets be honest... Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights, too) and going out dancing, whatever the weather. This song comes on in the club and it’s like a magnetic pull to the dance floor; I hear the flute loop at the beginning of 'Sure Shot' and even from ten years and thousands of miles away, I can see Lindsay’s head boppin’ as if her neck’s got no bones in.
Unfortunately, YouTube won't let me embed these, so navigate away and bop your own fine head, and the rest of your bad ass selfs, and then come back and visit me again very soon.
Sure Shot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5GXj1jwb1U
Happy Friday, kids.
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