"Phoning it in", "mailing it in"-- why don't people swing for the fences anymore? Oh I geddit, that's what I'm here for (you pansies).
Some of you may remember that back in February I took a trip to South Beach, right? And that during that trip, with a belly full of liquor and a song in my heart, I became so enraptured and inspired by the Spanish "musica" surrounding me, that the electricity of the city coupled with my sauced soul gave way to what would become only my greatest creative achievement to date!
The "Holy Moly" song.
Born on the puddled side streets, I sang it from one club to another, much to the chagrin of my date as I was met with, "what on earth are you singing?" (uh, only the Holy Moly song! ??) and a "okaaay, I think you are done with the martinis." He didn't quite grasp its brilliance straight away. It's a lot to take in, let alone without any warning, I'll grant him that. I'm willing to chalk it "artistic differences" I guess.
(Oh, yeah, I know my TALKING voice sucks. You think what you got here was on ACCIDENT? Child please.)
Anway...
Without further ado, the international debut of my hit song verses, "Holy Moly". Be sure to look for it stores this Fall.
That ROCKS! Grammy material, fer sure.
But now I'm so gonna be singing that addictive melody all night. Thanks.
p.s. -- I loved your little postlude there.
Posted by: Nancy | May 16, 2006 at 09:43 PM
You're trying to ruin my wardrobe? What in HELL did I ever do to YOU? That's another peed outfit you get to pay drycleaning for. I believe it was the very final "moly" that did it to my bladder.
On a more *serious* note...good lord are you watching the Idol? Taylor can do no wrong, Smelliot's overbite seems to have shrunk, and Kat's boobs are properly spaced. Should prove to be a very interesting tonight...
Grey's Anatomy HUH? Whaaa?
Posted by: Rocky | May 16, 2006 at 09:44 PM
My God!
You even did it with the Miami accent and EVERYTHING!
If you ever want to release a spanish CD I may be able to pull some reaaaaaally thin strings over at Sony Discos.
Holy-oly-ole, Holy Moly!
Posted by: reluctant housewife | May 16, 2006 at 11:04 PM
yeah, you people are in for a world of hurt because making that hit single was way too easy.
Rocky, yeah, GA..."quit looking at my Va-J-J!" is in serious contention for this site's new tagline. My aunt and I were IMing and I quoted that to her.
Fucking brilliant.
My aunt's gripe was with the sex scene and that in all these shows, the woman's knickers come right off w/o having to deal with pantyhose (I hate that word, but nylons could be construed as thigh highs). Like you never, EVER see the awkward act of having to take off pantyhose...EVERYBODY's wearing thigh highs I guess.
My bone to pick (there were a few) was that when Denny finanlly died, that all the interns were all "Izzy, you gotta get up NOW, they gotta do ...stuff". Now I dont know, but I'm thinking if someone just died, the loved ones get some time with the deceased. I mean, not to be ...whatever, but the rush would be??? Like FUCK OFF INTERNS. Let her grieve a little.
Christina was getting on my nerves...what the fuck was her problem.
Oh, AND when they were all being called on the carpet by the chief as to who cut the cord? Uh, deflect much people? And Mer? This is when you decide play the "you had an affair with my mom" card? Yeahhhh, that was SO fly in real life.
Posted by: Jen | May 16, 2006 at 11:54 PM
It's like a call to prayer, at the Church of Margaritas.
Posted by: roo | May 17, 2006 at 03:48 AM
Sounds like something...I think...I've heard before...
Oh yeah. It's Bomboleo by the Gipsy Kings. Although I'm sure they'd have no problem changing the words to shill Chili's new Holy Molé Chicken.
You can go ahead and quit your job now.
Posted by: madge | May 17, 2006 at 08:10 AM
I refuse to listen to this. Because I can imagine it so clearly, and it frightens me.
How do you do this recording thing?
Posted by: Jess | May 17, 2006 at 08:10 AM
Madge - thank you b/c I modelled it after a song I'd just heard and I even tried to look it up to explain it back in February. it was killing me.
Jess- I'm gonna HELP a person who refuses to listen to "Holy Moly"? Scared or not, if you prick my finger, do I not bleed?
Posted by: Jen | May 17, 2006 at 08:20 AM
OMG. I just fell in love with you all. over. again.
Fucking awesome.
Er...you didn't mention my name to anyone you met down there did you? Cuz you know, I know a lot of people there and...anyway, I was just wondering.
;)
Posted by: HIll | May 17, 2006 at 09:31 AM
wow.
yeah. all I got is...wow.
Posted by: stella | May 17, 2006 at 11:06 AM
Nice, Jen. NICE. That is totally the sort of thing I would make up, too. Props to you for posting it on your site. I need to figure out how to do this stuff. (Then we're all in trouble.)
I'm going to have that stuck in my head for hours.
Posted by: Liberal Banana | May 17, 2006 at 02:33 PM
Fawk. I can't hear it. I'll have to wait until Dave comes home, because I'm computertarded.
Posted by: mama_tulip | May 17, 2006 at 03:38 PM
Now if I remember correctly this little creation was born out of guilt.
There was a certain trip and subsequent return to Sephora. In actuality I think that was the first time I had ever seen buyers remorse in person.
Posted by: Mike | May 17, 2006 at 04:12 PM
Sweet lil' ditty. The talking at the end puts me in mind of the filler my kids always used at the end of their reports that had to be a certain length. "I hope you enjoyed reading my report on colonial Plymouth, Massachusetts, United States of America."
Posted by: Teri | May 17, 2006 at 04:29 PM
Nice. Your voice sounds just like I thought it would, even when you sing.
You inspired me, and my son and I recorded a song we made up too! Come over and check it out.
P.S. "Quit Looking At My Va-J-J" is the best.tagline.EVER.
Posted by: Elizabeth | May 17, 2006 at 04:50 PM
Except then I accidentally deleted it and I don't feel like doing the whole thing all over again, so we'll save that for another time, mmkay?
Posted by: Elizabeth | May 17, 2006 at 05:30 PM
Holy Shit-moly. That rocked.
And I also got a middle eastern call to prayer vibe there. We'll slap you in a birka and send you to Iraq. You will bring peace and booze to that troubled land.
Posted by: Dawn | May 17, 2006 at 08:32 PM
Balls of steel to sing to the world. Congrats!!
Sounds like an oldies song Wooly Bully or something like that.
Posted by: Megger | May 18, 2006 at 05:25 PM
FYI, I sang Holy Moly on my drive to work today. For you.
Posted by: Dawn | May 18, 2006 at 06:11 PM
That was fucking great. Holy Moly indeed.
Posted by: TB | May 18, 2006 at 07:11 PM
That is BEYOND funny and sounds like a song I would sing after to many drinks.
I'm just glad you weren't signing in topless running down the streets. Although....
Posted by: Virenda | May 19, 2006 at 02:06 AM
Holy Moly. You signed yet?
Posted by: mama_tulip | May 19, 2006 at 04:18 PM
MamaT- I'm shopping it, looking for representation. It's only a matter of time. In the interim, I lip sync this before I go to work.
Posted by: Jen | May 19, 2006 at 05:47 PM
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Posted by: Jen | May 23, 2006 at 08:13 AM
My gawd - first the dance off, now this.
Are YOU the next American Idol?
Posted by: sweatpantsmom | May 24, 2006 at 10:12 PM