I challenge you to dust off that collector's edition DVD you own and pop it in. Check out the campfire scene and savor the humming falsetto during the sing-along, the angelic warbling provided by yours truly... off-camera. I realize my upper register is more reminiscent of Leo Sayer than Marvin Gaye, but honestly, why would anybody make something like that up? To compensate for a lifelong obsession with Mario "MVP" Van Peebles who NEVER returns his calls? Hardly. In any event, I shall no longer try to associate myself with the film. The world is a sadder place.
Join us for drinks this Wednesday after 8:30 at:
James Beach
60 N Venice Blvd
Venice, CA 90291
Cross Street: Pacific
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