As They Go By

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My boss’s boss has a daughter named Penelope. The past two years, she has come to the St. Patrick’s Day reception to sing alongside Ronan Tynan, one of the three “Irish Tenors.” Penelope, who turned 16 this year, doesn’t exactly have a great voice. She’s alright… but nothing special (and not normaly in tune).

Well it turns out that she put together a demo CD at a studio in NY with some pretty well-known studio engineers, and she doesn’t sound half bad on the CD.

The music, which she wrote (with some help), is kind of poppy-folky. It’s kind of boring. Her voice doesn’t really take me anywhere. She isn’t into it enough.

I guess with all their money, it’s still possible she’ll end up with some kind of recording contract somewhere and then maybe she’ll get better.

Weekend Update

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I volunteered for my old buds at Giants Stadium Friday night. It was enjoyable, as always. I’m still a huge fan of the drum corps activity, and will be as long as I never set foot in that office again. Most of the corps were excellent. It’ll be exciting to see them later in the season after many improvements will have been made.

I saw Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle Saturday evening. It was alright. As advertised, there was lots of ass.

Yesterday, Denise‘s family came to visit. That’s about the extent of my weekend. I’m not quite sure why I am as exhausted as I am.