Tonight's ADWH Soundtrack

What's the equivalent of blue-eyed soul when it comes to reggae?  This:

Girl you're too bad
Girl you're too rude
Everyman I speak to
Says he wants you
Girl you're too bad
Girl you're too rude
Everyman I speak to
Says he wants you 

Heh. It's a curse, Darlin'... innit?  

So, one could argue about blue-eyed reggae, like who is and who isn't.  And in arguing the proposition one could make a case for The Police in their Reggata de Blanc era.  Yeah, one could but one shouldn't.  So, don't.  The Police?  The Poseurs... when it comes to reggae. Keith, OTOH... yeah.  Like Coke, he's the Real Thang.

In other news... We saw three meteors tonight during After Dinner Whiskey Hour, one of which had a good chance of becoming a meteorite... which is to say coming into intimate and violent contact with Mother Earth.  If that happened the impact site was prolly somewhere down on the Mexico border, given the trajectory of the fiery display I witnessed.  All three of those things were quite amazing displays, given the happy circumstance of me looking in exactly the right place at exactly the right time.  When it comes to meteors you miss more than you see, as a rule.