Mama Winfrey

I like to give you guys a Mama Winfrey update every now and again. And by "update" I really just mean a song that she likes. Her taste in music never ceases to confuse and astound me. We already know she likes Tusk (Tusk!). She also tends to, for some reason, like songs that are either about being severely heartbroken or engaging in meaningless sex (sometimes both). Mama Winfrey is full of contradictions. She generally disapproves of any kind of vaguely immoral conduct from us, but her hypothetical iPod playlist points to the wild child hidden inside (I should note that she also listens to a lot of Josh Groban, so, you know).
Last week she told me that she loves this song, "I Didn't Mean to Turn You On" by Robert Palmer. Full disclosure: I actually get really excited whenever this song comes on the soft rock radio at work. Maybe to you it doesn't sound like anything out of the ordinary, but it seems radically different from the schlocky ballads I spend most of the day listening to. Quietly sinister is an apt description, I think. I also have a soft spot for Robert Palmer. His devotion to that strange aesthetic is really something else, don't you think? And on top of that, he was a pretty good looking guy. I mean, it is believable that he would accidentally turn someone on whilst only trying to be nice (only tryna be nice). He told you twice, okay?
This video won't embed because, like I've said before, music companies don't understand the way online promotion works. So here's the link.

TUSK

By now you know what music Alex and I are listening to. But I'm sure you're wondering about other Winfreys. I can't speak for Dad and Chase (yes I can: Mix 106 and Coldplay, respectively), but I definitely know what Mom's listening to because I was in the car with her for a long time this weekend. We listened to one CD: Fleetwood Mac's Greatest Hits (H. let her borrow it). Mom actually listened to her favorite song FOUR times. She has a vision of this being performed by Chase's high school marching band. We'll see, Mom. Here's TUSK.

Sweatin' to the Confusion

So maybe for Christmas your mom gave you a re-release of the Richard Simmons classic Sweatin' to the Oldies. And maybe it sat on your DVD shelf since then, covered in its clear plastic shrink wrap. And maybe tonight you got bored and decided to see what it was like. And maybe it was crazy. So maybe (just maybe!) you took to the Youtubes and found this video. And maybe you became super, super confused.

Was Richard Simmons a sketch comedian? I need to know more.