It seems like I'm tagging every other post nowadays with the ol' "Ear candy" label. OH ACEY!
I am prepared for all the gentlemen in attendance to question my taste with this one; lest ye forget, however, that I am a girly girl, I am here to remind you that I get a pass when it comes to music with no real redeeming value. I can't always be listening to, y'know, Living Legends & Pharoahe Monch & whatnot; sometimes that gets to be too boyish, too testosterone-infused, you know. I cook & clean & I like baby animals & sundresses & pretty melodies, and I can therefore get away with enjoying a lil ear candy. It's my physical curvatures and softness that makes it so. I win. Yaay.