So the great List o' the Day threw up (as it were) the amazingly, mindbogglingly hideous original version of this song yestermorn. Feel free to click through to read the comments, some of which border on brilliance. (Quote: "This song is like pissing your pants. It feels soft and warm, but you know it's wrong. [This band] is for people that thought Survivor was too hardcore for them…")
But that led me to this, a great cover of a great song by a great artist.
Okay, it's not a great cover, but I like it. And it's not a great song–in fact, it's pretty horrible. But I like it. And she's not a great artist, and yet my love for her is pure and true.
And yes, my title for this here post is the worst in the history of the blogosphere. What's your point?
Left of the Dial 
I liked the title, but I’m not the best judge of “good”. And I love her, too. I ran into her at Whole Foods in North Hollywood – literally. Well, she ran into me with her cart. All five feet of her. She’s tiny.
Oh my God, you are the luckiest person ever, I hate you.
And I’m only kinda kidding. What I wouldn’t give to be run over by her…
Humm, Scott, interesting to note that she looks like a younger version of Sarah Palin. Does your Top Manager know about this obsession?
Do you jest? Why, I’m the proud owner of a Sarah Palin calendar! Sure, you betcha!
Spot….my long lost brother.!!!!! I’m with you on Lisa Loeb….love her…Saw her in Austin at a dive some years ago.
She’s great.