Here's the link to the video...
Now, aside from making me want to BE Eric Carmen for Halloween (the hair has reached that length, give or take some height and wingspan), this song just became disappointing. Here I was, singing the chorus with the gusto of someone who was showcasing a fine 80s hair band power ballad...all the while not knowing that the verses of this song are mush. Sappy puddles of crap. It's not until the 3:15 mark that this baby really picks up and I want to start fist-pumping the air...that's a lot of fluff to lead up to what would otherwise be THE baby-making song for Valentine's Day, 2010. Who knows? In the throes of passion, you may find that you are distracted from the first 3:14 of the song, in which case you should just TURN THE RADIO UP FOR THAT SWEET SOUND!! Especially endearing is the a Capella chorus at the end (3:53 if you're still watching/listening)...that's specifically what drove me to seek this song out first thing in the morning. Maybe I'm not disappointed. Maybe I just needed to get re-acquainted with an old classic, get a feel for the whole song. Put a gun to my head, and I take the whole song, wimpy beginning and all; it's a long-term investment that eventually pays off exponentially. Alright, I'm off my opening ramble. Let's get down to business, shall we?
Mothers, lock up your daughters...Eric Carmen's got hungry eyes...and the mane of a lionLast night, I went out in Antofagasta for the first time, and came away extremely satisfied with the caliber of shenanigans ("shenaniganery" wasn't accepted by spell check) available in this city. I first traveled with some colleagues (which instantly makes us sound more professional and dignified than 'co-workers', which evokes images of desks and cubicles and ball-and-chain work weeks) to the Estadio to watch the Harlem Globetrotters! I had never seen them before, and of course, Chile presented me the most recent opportunity to see what all the fuss is about. We got GA seating, and so were way up in the nosebleeds for the game, which was still entertaining (AND in English...more on this in a second) by all measures. We even got to see the Washington Generals! Glad they made it out for the occasion. Despite my "1-2-5th" chants, I did not get an audience with the team. Tough break.
Anyway, there was a weird vibe to the game, as the schtick in-game was mostly physical, where the majority of the verbal banter was in English. This led to some head-scratching, but here's the thing: some of it was translated into Spanish. It was very odd to have some plays get the translation and others get nothing but a few chuckles from foreigners. Pretty bizarre. Plus, the acoustics or sound system sucked, which was too bad. All in all, however, a fun start to the evening. After this we rolled out to the Casino de Antofagasta. That's right. Legalized gambling. Score one for Chile! Anyway, Fabiane was celebrating her birthday at a restaurant in the casino, so we rolled on down and had a cocktail over laughs and peanuts. Great combination, though I will say the lemon juice added to my mojito? Not necessary.
Following that, we went clubbing! Aside from the smoke, it was a fantastic time. My moneymaker hadn't been shaken in ohhhhh, far too long, and so it certainly felt good to get on out on that dancefloor and work up a sweat. Fun times, all-around. Now, there was talk of heading out for some good, cheap grub at the mercado this morning, but since I am phoneless here in Chile, arranging said trip has been most tricky. In the meantime, I must say that my review of Antofagasta has been largely positive, with a few minor bumps in the road along the way. Two weeks in the bag. Yee-haw!
Anyway, before I go, I just thought I'd let you all know that U2 will be streaming their concert from the Rose Bowl in California TONIGHT on YouTube (U2ube?). Check out www.youtube.com/U2 for the show, because I think it'd be great to be able to share in the majesty of the show.
Talk to each other.
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