Me, sexy naive American; you, sexy naive Frenchman... hey you, let's not fall in love and be too coy for words. You provide the private island, i'll bring the combat boots and flirtatious persona. p.s. just make sure you can throw a frisbee sans shirt. so, go on: gt ff r blg!

Pony Pony Run Run - Hey You

... or maybe tina weymouth. key factors: 1. breaking into a hoedown-esque jig while dominating the bass in a miniskirt, armband and boots (miniskirt, armband and boots: circa 1984), and 2. claiming credit as one of the original talking heads. also, i'd love to tell m.carey not to worry, since 'imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (and luckily, sampling is strait up 1990s)'. if only i could take credit for byrne's giant suit.
Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love

in my next life, i want to be a cat, a cat who runs a general store that specializes in beer, guns, and wedding gowns. nobody can get mad at me because felines are apoltical.

ello, ello, synthesizer. side project of rotsam (vampire weekend) and wes (ra ra riot), Discovery makes you want to pop some illusory contraband and soak up them rays. the MJ cover [i want you back (in discovery)] is just the icing on the cake. so, go on: gt ff r blg!

Discovery LP

call this baby a kit kat, 'cuz i want to break me off a piece of that. in the wise words of our gossip guy, we could all use some more gucci, tom ford circa 2003 in our lives. layers, of both fabric and fat, are as obsolete as vowels; so, go on: gt ff r blg!