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Showing posts with label dirty dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirty dancing. Show all posts
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday Mix Tapes: RIP Solomon Burke
Soul legend Solomon Burke died yesterday at the age of 70.
"Cry to Me" is one of my all-time favorite songs. And yes, I knew it from a young age because it's featured in Dirty Dancing. Duh. I also first heard "These Arms of Mine" by Otis in the same scene. But that's beside the point. We can talk about the greatness of the Dirty Dancing soundtrack at a later date.
Here we go, what I consider to be one of the sexiest, most soulful songs of all time (and not just cause Swayze gets busy to it):
May he rest in peace.
"Cry to Me" is one of my all-time favorite songs. And yes, I knew it from a young age because it's featured in Dirty Dancing. Duh. I also first heard "These Arms of Mine" by Otis in the same scene. But that's beside the point. We can talk about the greatness of the Dirty Dancing soundtrack at a later date.
Here we go, what I consider to be one of the sexiest, most soulful songs of all time (and not just cause Swayze gets busy to it):
May he rest in peace.
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Headline I've Been Dreading...
I am devastated. I think you already know why. Patrick Swayze died today.
The news is really too fresh for the proper post that the love of my life deserves, so for now, I'm going to watch Dirty Dancing and cry. I don't know if I'm going to make it though. Right now I can barely stand to look at my DD wall calendar. (If you think I'm exaggerating, please consult any member of my family immediately.)
There's also a North and South marathon in my near future. Please don't interrupt me. Although you might want to call me tomorrow around 4 p.m. and remind me I still have to go to work.
For now, I can only leave you with this. And this:
Only my brothers will really get the significance of this clip from North and South to me, but let's just say when I was about six years old, I ran around the house having fake duels with Bent, exclaiming, "Have a cigar!" and "At your service, sir." (Yeah, I know now that they're not actually saying, "have a cigar." Shut it.)
God, I love Patrick Swayze. May he rest in peace.
The news is really too fresh for the proper post that the love of my life deserves, so for now, I'm going to watch Dirty Dancing and cry. I don't know if I'm going to make it though. Right now I can barely stand to look at my DD wall calendar. (If you think I'm exaggerating, please consult any member of my family immediately.)
There's also a North and South marathon in my near future. Please don't interrupt me. Although you might want to call me tomorrow around 4 p.m. and remind me I still have to go to work.
For now, I can only leave you with this. And this:
Only my brothers will really get the significance of this clip from North and South to me, but let's just say when I was about six years old, I ran around the house having fake duels with Bent, exclaiming, "Have a cigar!" and "At your service, sir." (Yeah, I know now that they're not actually saying, "have a cigar." Shut it.)
God, I love Patrick Swayze. May he rest in peace.
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