If you could look at my iPod/iTunes, I have many Playlist. From 80's Music to Classic Rock, Soundtracks to World music and dates of when the songs have been added.

Here is the top played songs on my Playlist: 70's Music: "Me and Mrs. Jones" by Billy Paul. I just love this song.

"Me and Mrs. Jones" was a number-one single originally performed by soul singer Billy Paul, recorded and released in 1972. The single became Paul's only number-one single on the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at that position for three weeks in December of 1972.

Here is a live version of the song from 2002.

I also have other artists singing this song:

• Daryl Hall -- he does a great version of the song
  
• Michael Buble
• Freddie Jackson

Is this song in your iTunes library?

Io canto

viveme

Resta In Ascolto

Strani Amori

Inolvidable

Me Abandono a Ti

Separate Lives ( with Phil Collins )

You'll Never Find Another Love Like Mine ( with Michael Buble )

The more we see him, the more we love him. Check out the photos and then jump over to Ticketmaster and get seats to see Michael at these locations on the American Tour. If you are a Bungalow-B member, the presales are today.

Michael Buble American Tour

Michael continues his American tour with shows in Baltimore, Raleigh, Greenville, Knoxville, and Moline. Tickets are on sale Friday August 15th through Ticketmaster.com.

October 1- Baltimore, MD at 1st Mariner Arena
October 3- Raleigh, NC at RBC Center
October 4- Greenville, SC at Bi-Lo Center
October 5- Knoxville, TN at Thompson Boling Arena (non-ticketmaster)
October 8th- Moline, IL at I-Wireless Center

"Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things we should despise and forget.  We lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that, in a years time, will be forgotten by us and everybody.  No, let us devote our life to worthwile actions and feelings, to great thoughts, real affections and enduring undertakings."  -Andre Maurois 1885-1967, Writer

MICHAEL BUBLE-LOST  *******I loves me some Michael Buble!!!*******

WORD OF THE DAY

INNOMINATE

(adjective)
[i-NOM-ah-nit]

1. without a name

2. anonymous: "How many innominate martyrs will this cause claim?"

Origin:
Approximately 1650; from Latin Latin, 'innominatus'; from Latin, 'in-': not + 'nominatus': named, past participle of 'nominare': to name.

BOBBY VALENTINO-ANONYMOUS  *******I'm glad Bobby is still doin' his thang!*******

Other Canadians in the top 100 tours so far this year include Rush (no. 12), Three Days Grace (no. 58), Anne Murray (no. 73), and Blue Rodeo (no. 84). Leonard Cohen, who is touring for the first time in 15 years, made the list at no. 93.

Meanwhile, music fans are likely to see ticket prices go up to cover the cost of fueling tour vehicles, whether it's a small band with a van, or a major act with several truckloads of gear.

Read more about this story here.

Voltar ao Brasil, voltar para “casa”. Naquela época, ouvi, pela primeira vez, a música “Home” de Michael Bublé. A letra não me era muito significativa, mas a todo o momento eu ouvia seu refrão “quero voltar para casa”. Eu pensava: preciso voltar para minha vida.

Já há quase cinco anos que voltei ao Brasil. Vez por outra ainda penso “preciso voltar para minha vida”... Ouvindo “Home” esta semana, uma vez mais eu percebi que muitas coisas mudaram, mas esta ainda não é minha vida.

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Home

Michael Bublé

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
I miss you, you know

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
In each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another airplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I've got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far
From where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
and gone away
And in Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by
A million people
I Still feel alone
Let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home

Let me go home
It all will be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

Después de dos días de estar casi incomunicada, ya regreso a la normalidad. Pues que Dolly siempre si llegó, aunque no directamente porque entró por South Padre Island, pero si hizo daños y dejó inundación y falla de energía eléctrica, no teníamos agua potable y cosas así, por mi zona no se inunda, solo los alrededores, aunque si tuvimos algunos problemas porque la lluvia pegaba directamente a la cochera y por ahí se metió al cuarto de lavar y se nos inundó un poco, y para amolarla de acabar, mi papá por desesperado y tratar de sacar el agua, que se cae, snif, nos metió un sustototote porque si se abrió como 2 cm su cabecita de algodón, hasta ayer logramos llevarlo a revisar porque como es diabético, cualquier herida es de preocuparse. Anyways, fuera de mi desesperación por no tener luz y que las crías andaban como locas, por lo mismo, estuvimos bien, já a las crías les vino flojo el huracán, anduvieron bañándose en la lluvia y tiradas de panza en los charcos ja ja ja, y el aire a todo lo que daba, no me regañen, estaban dentro de la cochera, ahí no había peligro, ya cuando vimos que entró bien fuerte, las metí y ya no salimos para nada hasta ayer por la mañana.

De ayer, pues gracias Dolly por aguarme el b-day, no hice nada en absoluto, bueno solo fui al BK con una amiga ja ja, y es que traía muchísimia hambrita y no se me antojó nada más que una Whooper doble já, tragona soy, de un tiempo para acá, mis cumples ya no son taaaan esperados y especiales, como que se le va quitando el saborcito, no sé, bueno si sé, debe ser porque ya no es chido decir que cumples 34 años!!! ja ja, me acuerdo cuando decía tengo 18 o 21 o todavía 25, ahorita ya no es lindo decir tengo treinta y pico, pero de todos modos jamás oculto mi edad de que sirve? además me gusta que cuando lo digo, me dicen "uy te ves de mucho menos" ja ja ja ja yeah right!

Anyways, muchas gracias a todos los que muy amablemente me felicitaron, los que me mandaron mensajitos al cel, los que me cantaron el Happy Birthday por Nextel ja ja muuuy chido, los que me enviaron correos-e, que por cierto me llevé una grata sorpresa (ya sabes Jai), a quien me escribió un poemita, a quienes me dedicaron post, a los que me felicitaron en facebook y hi5!!!, a quien me envió mi regarrote (jo jo jo mensis i love you),  a quien me regaló mis botellitas de Absolut ahhhhh rico, al que se le olvidó y que hoy se acordará ja ja ja,  y al que..... -ejem-  bueno de nuevo muchas gracias!!!

"Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me..."

Cada que escucho esta canción me dan como ganas de hacer streaptease... ja ja ja

Y ya.

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Sam Lufti wants Britney Spears back! --> Flawed Hollywood

Khloe is full of excuses! --> TMZ

Michael Buble has moved on --> Starpulse

Speidi performs for the troops! --> Pop Crunch

Tom Cruise to be in Top Gun 2? --> Hot Momma Gossip

Hoje, tenho aqui para vocês um link para o álbum "It's Time" de Michael Bublé.

Espero que gostem.

:)

http://rapidshare.com/files/105797422/MBit.rar

Tell me when will you be mine
Tell me quando quando quando
We can share a love devine
Please don't make me wait again

When will you say yes to me
Tell me quando quando quando
You mean happiness to me
Oh my lover tell me when

Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when

Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when

Whoa lover tell me when
Oh darling tell me when
Oh come on tell me when
Yea tell me when

Anyhow, I was cleaning off a dish in the kitchen when he walked in to announce there was a musical artist whose work he really enjoyed.

“I think his name is David Bugle or something.” He motions, napkin in one hand, smiling the whole time. “He has a great voice. Really smooth. And he sings a lot of Frank Sinatra stuff…I’ve never been a huge fan of Sinatra, but this guy…”

I stop him short. “Are you talking about Michael Bublé!?”

His jaw drops. “Yeah! Wow, yeah, that’s the name! How did you know that?”

I give a short explanation but then ask, slightly bewildered, “David Bugle? Really? That’s not even close? Where did you get David Bugle from?”

My dad laughed and proceeded to recount how Bublé’s voice was so smooth and the he would love to have an album by Bublé…and then his train of thought jumped tracks and he followed a subject to which I only half-listened.

My mother is just as bad if not worse. About a year ago she volunteered at our church to help out on Wednesday nights in the high school ministry.  If you have ever been to a church high school service then you can imagine the number of crazy games a youth pastor will create to maintain the attention of his young charges. This newest game my mother was privileged to watch involved gargling Sprite while humming a popular song.

“I didn’t know most of the songs,” she told my sisters and me later. “But some of them were just terrible. I’m not sure why they would let kids sing that in church. One of the songs was I Let My Hips Do the Talking or something…it was terrible!”

My sisters and I sat in silence for a second. Then the youngest piped up, “Mom, do you mean My Hips Don’t Lie?”

“Oh, maybe that was it.”

My parents have created long and/or strange new titles for songs, movies…pretty much anything that can be named. However, if you talk about any music from the 60s and 70s then my dad will know the exact band. My mother is the same with movies and television shows. But with anything created after the early 90s my parents sort of shrug and forget the name immediately.

If I ever have kids, I shall be thrilled to do the same. And then I will chide them for not knowing of Postal Service, Timberland, Gnarls Barkley, or any other number of musicians I will have remembered. I will probably laugh and go on about the song that just aired on the old hits radio saying, “Low…I remember that song about apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur. Hah, that came out when I was your age…good times.”

And then suddenly the latest Madonna song will come on.

We all know she will still be around.

That's what all the people say.  Riding high in April (I was deliriously happy with Joseph) then shot down in May (Joseph left without saying a word as to why).  I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm back on top in June (bought my new house!)

I say that's life.  Funny as it may seem, some people get their kicks stompin' on your dreams (Cruella from my last post!) But I don't let it, let it get me down.  'Cause this big ol' world keeps spinnin' 'round.

I've been a puppet a pauper a pirate a poet, a pawn and a king (oh boy have I!!) I've been up and down and over and out (sing it baby...sounds like you're singing about me right now!) but I know one thing.  Each time I find myself flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race (don't have much of a choice there...gotta do it.)

That's life.

I can't deny it.  I thought of quittin' baby (really, who hasn't?) This heart wasn't gonna buy it.  And if I didn't think it was worth one single try, I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly (instead I'm drivin' my Durango up to my new house in Roseville)

I've been a puppet a pauper a pirate a poet, a pawn and a king (oh boy have I!!) I've been up and down and over and out (sing it baby...sounds like you're singing about me right now!) but I know one thing.  Each time I find myself flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race (don't have much of a choice there...gotta do it.)

That's life.

I can't deny it.  Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it (it just won't.  I can't give up.)  But if there's nothing shaking come this here July (we're in July now and I'm moving into my new house the day after tomorrow.  I'd say that's a good shake up.  Start at my new headquarters on Monday the 21st!)  I'm gonna roll.  I'm gonna roll.  I'm gonna roll myself in a big ball and diiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I must say that this song has summed up my life over the last few months.  When I'm feeling down I blast this song and sing very loud.  Very theraputic I must say. :)  You should try it!

I must admit I have been out of the loop with The Buble, but still, this came as a complete surprise to me. I thought they were a solid couple. The price of fame is a hefty one indeed.

Michael Buble is one of my absolute favorite singers on the planet and I have been an enormous fan when no one knew who he was.

Hopefully, he will find his soulmate in time, but still, this has got to hurt.

While waiting for my check in time, I would like to share to you a powerful song, it is called HOME by Michael Buble, I am coming home baby :)

"Home"

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Very nice song indeed. I reiterate that nothing beats the excitement of going home especially someone special is dying waiting for you to come home. :)

Thanks to Youtube and MichaelBubleTV for posting the video.

1. Britney Spears and N*sync. I used to love pop like that.

2. Michael Bublé. Don't get me started. I was a die hard fan. I have a tshirt and everything from that time.

3. The Power Puff Girls. I used 2 pretend I was one.

4. Saddle Club. I used to wish I was on that show.

5. Volley Ball. I used to love that sport then I one day I didn't because they replaced our very awesome coach. :(

6.The One I Love(d). Ahhhh shall I ever reveal his identity? Ya but not today. I don't love him anymore, just so you know.

7. Barney. I was very keen on Barney when I was a tike.

8. Rugrats. I had a backpack, overalls, pajamas, a suitcase, a bathing suit, coloring books, a billion character dolls, and tons of movies. As you can tell, I REALLY liked the Rugrats.

9. Limited Too. I loved that store TOO much. I  graduated to the Limited, and those days are long past. I gave all those clothes away too. It's a magical, dreamy place that's overtly girly. (scary girly)

10. Hayden Christensen. Ahhh who could forget the mega hit of Star Wars 3. I don't and the hunk of that movie never let me forget it. ;)

Peace and love

Mike