Our story begins with a blonde chanteuse named
Scott, whose music was for me
a happy accident, and
which I have been enjoying ever since. My previous mention of
Ms. Scott got the attention of her PR firm, which offered me her
latest CD, entitled
of Nothing. I accepted; I mean, free music is free music.
And good free music is even better.
Anyway I listened to
Innocent and found it delicious. As, sadly, did my brand new
car's brand new CD player, which chose to digest the shiny disc.
Embarrassed, and with a new in-car player which I have yet to feed a
CD, I explained the situation to those nice PR people, who offered to
send me a replacement. And so they did, along with one by the not
remotely blonde but equally entrancing Ms. Evans. This time I was
smart enough to rip the CDs to iTunes before risking them in my car.
Although I'm not sure either one is the best car listening. Because
like Marilyn Scott, Kellylee Evans demands your attention. And
unfortunately, so do all the cell phone equipped doofuses (doofi?)
racing madly down California's freeways. So maybe I'll save these two
for times when I can give them my full attention.