a new guilty pleasure

I've been sitting here trying to think of names to describe music video stills for our image library - and really just for my own spreadsheet to keep track. I'm a Capricorn, what can I say?

a smattering:

Coldplay: Red Light Piano
50 cent: Pimpin' Hoes
- can we have any MORE of a stereotype?
Gwen Stefani: Candy Bed (with grimace)
- an interesting future name for a still life, and could possibly be relieved by some maalox
Gorillaz: Cartoon Lighthouse
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Microphone Lunch
Pussycat Dolls - why even BOTHER? - I can't wait to see these chicks in ten years when everything goes south

And in the midst off all this - I decided to look up some new tunes to download - since I've become addicted in a big bad way to the iTunes music store. So much o that I've actually had to limit the amount I spend each week. At least it isn't gambling.

It got me. I can't explain, and I hesitate to admit it. I've had my ears dipped in caramel and am by small increments becoming a believer. I can't pull myself away. I've fallen into a musical mire of quicksand that I misdoubt I'll get out of.

The voice, the musicianship, the intonation. I've died and gone to heaven.

Josh Groban.

I think I may need an intervention. What's next? Romance novels!!?