OPEN POST: Manor Music Monday With Barbara Cartland!
Are you off work yet? Are you ready to throw a swingin' party? That means making party music mixes, right? And, yes, you must throw in a WTF song in the middle of the mix just to mess with everyone. For example, say you're throwing a New Years Eve party with a bunch of cooler-than-cool jazz or house music tracks; in the middle if it, throw in this song. I guarantee everyone will squeal with delight. In fact, throwing that song into any mix is always a good move.
Want more ideas for WTF songs to drop into your mixes? DJ Li'l Scratch has got you covered. But first, let's pause for a moment. This is important. Why? Because this is the definition of beauty:
The face: like a pale, English Cream Custard (which is just a bit overcooked). The jewelry: made from the finest diamonelles money can buy. The eyes: with their exquisite baby tarantula eyelashes (the eye shadow is their after-birth). I'm overcome, I can barely breathe. And, no, this is not RichBitch. She is, of course, Dame Barbara Cartland, the million-selling authoress of unputdownable tomes such as this:
And - brace yourself - she sings like an angel! Okay, so not an angel, exactly, but maybe an angel with said baby tarantula eyelashes? Work with me here. The songs are all about love. The orchestrations are lush. And her voice - a cross between Miss Piggy and a cat hacking up a furball - is sheer perfection. It is, my darling loved ones (as Barbara would want me to say), one of the best (unintentionally) delightful LPs you're ever likely to hear. A feast for the ears, a cornucopia of corn, a Niagara of joy. Trust me.
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