A gray-ass temperature-in-the-teens failure of a day is pretty much the perfect time to run across a hot little piece of rude calypso–this cut, “Sixpence,” by a group called the Escorts, was in an MP3 mix somebody sent me a couple months ago, but after I imported it into my iTunes I totally forgot about it. Until today. The near-swear lyrics, which I’m sure as an eight-year-old I would’ve found to be the height of risque humor, are a nice touch. “Country girl! Country boys!”
This is about the only thing keeping me from hibernating right now.