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Monday, August 21

Baby Did A Gr8 Gr8 Thang

Chris Isaak
Beacon Theater
Aug 17th, 2006

In the history of man, there are only three that I'd go 400% gay for, no preguntas asked: Jude Law, Damon Albarn, and Alexander the Grape (green helmets really turn me on for some reason). Whoops, I omitted someone. Someone very special. No, not Chris Burke, but the dude who hasn't aged a day over 31 and who's perfect singing voice could probably make any female's pelvic region gush more than the falls that the car goes over in Romancing The Stone at the drop of a hat...tie mcdaniel's oscar, being dropped! It's the dude who's song I hearded and hearted in the fantaboulous David Lynch film, which was lucky enuff to be sangwhiched between Blue Velvet and Twin Peaks, Wild At Heart. Spunkily for us all, the Lynch directed film helped said song and said dude find a wider audience, but happarently the Lynch directed music video was not jib cutting enuff, so Herb Ritts went out and created a 2.69 versh that when dropped in the Feb of the '91 on an un-suck-specting world instantly scratch-offedly become the sexiest music video of BALLS THYME


Dearest Chris, Helena, & Herb±,

Thanks for taking part in the mos JOing-iest music video of all time. Like those stoopid women who never realized men didn't want to bang them until they read He's Just Not That Into You, it never dawned on me that I wanted to nail super hot topless chicks with crazy dark eye make-up on black & white beaches while cumulonimbus clouds that not even Bob Ross could wet dream up float at the speed of Speed Racer using the eraser at the bottom of a number 1 pencil until I was 14 years of age and I made dirty to the beautiful images Adam Curry was pumping into my rent's living room. How can I ever repay you? Besides ceasing and desisting from sending this same eggzact letter to you each and every day?

K.I.T. (keep in touch!)

Xoxoxoxo,

Thigh Maestro

wait, what the fork were we blathering blatherskiting about? Oh yeah, how much we'd totally bone Chris Isaak, even if he force-fed us microwaved tunafish covered in microwaved gefilte fish. We've felt this way ever since the '91, but to be honest, the man hasn't been much on our radar o'reilly screens since our copy of Baja Sessions arrived in the mail spanks to my 818th account under an assumed name at BMG Music Service. Spank the lord then that CI was still on my list of muss see performers before they or I perish (alongside such luminaries as Neil Diamond and ABBA, but not such luminaries as Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan) cause otherwise he may have completely been Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minded out of my mind for all eternaltality (besides the off chance of catching Fire Walk With Me, Married To The Mob, The Silence of the Lambs, or Little Buddha on the telly)


I was a bit skeptical at first when Chrissy came out on stage (probably juss the bad acid flashbacks I get from time to time of the Huey Lewis & The News Bowery Ballroom show I saw where they started off playing 10 new songs that no one wanted to hear... hispecially the dude who kept screaming 'GHOSTBUSTERS!'), but I was easily put at ease like Eazy-E eating Easy Cheese at Chuck E Cheese's after a few songs in when Chris himself climbed 2 flights of stairs to visit us peons in the cheap seats (btw, probably the bestest 30 clams I spent on balcony seats mt everest)! And from dat point on my pelvic area began to gush along with all the other ladies' cause Isaak's croontastic voice was crisper and clearer than Coco Crisp heartily enjoyin a bowl of Cookie Crisp soaked in Crystal Pepsi. He so rocks. He so rules. He so fine he blew my mind. He has the so bestest hair. The so bestest complexion. I bet he drives a hot car. I bet he gets hot carls in that hot car in the drive-thru window at Carl's Jr. Did I mention that in the encore that he wore a mirrorball suit? You can't get much kooler and the ganger than that! If it did, I'd probably have to cut off my johnson and send it to him in the mail

set list (+ mo from the Leg Humpinidness of the Knobbery)
* Lonely With a Broken Heart
* Let's Have a Party
* Let Me Down Easy
* Speak of the Devil
* Dancin'
* Somebody's Crying
* Wicked Game
* Go Walking Down There
* King Without a Castle
* One Day
* Want You To Want Me (Cheap Trick cover)
* Here I Stand
* Two Hearts
* Except the New Girl¥
* Graduation Day
* Can't Do a Thing to Stop Me
* I Love You Too Much
* Only the Lonely (Roy Orbison cover)
* Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing
* Don't Be Cruel (Elvis cover)
* Gone Ridin'
Encore
* Blue Hotel
* San Francisco Days
* Bonnie Bee
* Blue Spanish Skies
If you read this far and don't give two Massive-two-shits about the Isaak, I implore you to investigate one of the more underrated artists of the past 20 years. Start with the obvious (Heart Shaped World), knock out his bestest nextus (San Francisco Days), and then get yer own pelvic region flowin with another goodie but not so oldie (Forever Blue). Truss the man and you'll be as right as Rain Pryor

Nobody loves no-one
unless of corpse
yer the effin TM
and you totally want to bone Chris Isaak

this posting was not sponsored in part by Kathleen Turner Overdrive

±even though Herb peaced the fork 4 years ago, I still send his estate a letter per day

¥I always thought he was saying 'Accept The Nude Girl' [d fo yo self and never listen to it again the same 4eva]


# Baby Did A Gr8 Gr8 Thang