So there was this moment yesterday when I couldn’t remember whether Susannah Hoffs had been in The Bangles or in Bananarama.
And I thought “MY GOD, senility has finally set in, and I’m only 38. I have to live through (presumably) 50 more years of this crap…”

Actually I am still thinking that.

So Susannah Hoffs and Matthew Sweet (who technically I don’t like even one tiny bit*) did an entire album of goofy duet covers. It’s a little saccharine sweet to take in all in one blow — I wouldn’t say “go buy the album” — but I bought three or four songs off it and they’re all super boppy and poppy and bubbly and sweet. The perfect summer tunes for cruising around in a convertible with sand on your toes and maybe a slushy Big Gulp or frozen coke in your non-steering-wheel hand.

Susannah Hoffs has such an ’80s pop voice. It just takes me back; it’s as if there is no other kind of song she could even sing. (Even tho some of these songs go further back. I think you can understand what I mean. And if not, well…)

*I saw him open for Sheryl Crow once. He was awful. That was back when Sheryl Crow wasn’t quite so fucking annoying but she was amazingly thin. Thin like her entire body was the width of my forearm. And she kept swinging her guitar around to her back and letting it hang there and you kept wondering why her neck wasn’t breaking under the weight of it. Skinny like Nicole Richie skinny. Oh, how I dream of it… (of me being that skinny, not of stupid Sheryl Crow that skinny. Hellooooo, not my type!)