People make such a big deal of Robin Thicke these days and while that pleases Miss Ollie, it also makes her a little smug. And now there’s no way to gracefully get out of talking in third person. Great.
I have pretty average taste in music, I’d say. If it has a catchy hook, I’m pretty much on board with the rest of the sheep. I’m not the type of person who sends out playlists of artists you’ve never heard of, who are so fresh and new that they’ve been barely discovered playing in their garage. I don’t lament the poor state of music today and wear shirts boasting Norwegian alt-punk pop bands.
Still…sometimes even a sheep gets it right. So do the Italians. I know this because I was living in Italy when the world was first getting a taste of Thicke, as he was known back in the day. And I fell in love with his incredibly racy lyrics and bouncy tracks. When I see him now, crooning sexily on Leno with his shorn hair and a voice that makes Timberlake jealous, I do a little happy dance.
I don’t know why “A Beautiful World” is so undervalued but I’m content to keep it to myself, a little treasure, one that I’m happy to share with you today on this lovely Monday in late summer. If you’re fretting the end of the season, fear not. It’s gonna be alright.