The Very Best says it all
This CD is fun and uplifting. Sheryl's throaty voice makes me feel good, especially when she belts out her award winning and, a BIG favorite of mine, "All I Wanna Do."
I find myself singing along with Sheryl without realizing it. Consequently, I play it over and over again.
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These boots are made for walkin'
Way back when I was Noisy Papering, I remember, being tasked with reviewing John Mellencamp's Uh-Huh, seeing his liner notes "thank[ing] the Stones for their great records," as if he, puny usurping upstart, was, like, ready to take over for the glimmer geezers, or what. The nerve! At least Bon Jovi acknowledged his sloppy 2nd tier position in the holy pop pantheon, but, seriously, Mellencamp?
Anyway, here's his natural-born 2nd wife or something, Sheryl Crow, whose hottest jukebox spot is, appropriately enough, "Steve McQueen," not Paul Newman mind you, a 3-minute serving of Steve Miller almost sassy enough (check the 2nd verse) for the legendary Miss Britney Spears. Like all of Crow's repertoire, "Steve McQueen" traffics in corporate bohemianism; like, Linda Ronstadt's "Tumbling Dice."
If it makes you happy it can't be that bad, coffee, beers, cigarettes and hit-the-highway spunk, Alice doesn't live here anymore, Loretta Lynn summoned on tidy beams of California Hotel bling. This is waitress revenge music, safe and soft and occasionally irresistible. Calculated grumpiness, overdubbed hangover, show a little midriff, shake some fanny, "never give up" and bait the 'ol dudes.
I'm not the kinda girl you take home.
Did I actually say that???
Prindle, yo!
Plus, "Strong Enough," sorta Stevie Nicks, my ex used to play this all the time at 2am when our marriage was going down the potty.
The nerve!
Now, excuse me, I'm gonna paint my toenails.
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