I bet he wouldn’t make me go to Confession…
… if I skipped Mass today
and just listened to the song that’s playing right now instead.
It’s Church by Lyle Lovett and His Large Band.
Yes, I said large.
Because it’s not big – it’s large.
Y’know how I love Townes Van Zandt and Billy Bragg?
(you would if you’ve been paying attention.)
Well, we can add Lyle Pearce Lovett to that list.
Yes, I love him, and I think he’s hot,
and I think Julia Roberts was an idiot to divorce him,
and (if I were not married to my wonderful husband)
I would most definitely NOT kick him out of bed for eating Animal Crackers.
He’s got that smooth as butter but hard as gravel voice that gives me the auditory swimmies. He’s witty, intelligent, sensitive and deep without taking himself seriously.
He makes everything seem natural and effortless.
His lyrics paint beautiful pictures and stories.
He’s a good ol’ Texas Boy.
He’s awesome in bed.
(At least in my head he is – I haven’t actually met him, so I can’t give you that assessment unequivocally…yet.)
Keep listening…see if you don’t agree with me.
