Hello love.
that's it. Oh, no, you can sland up now. Hey, I'll give us your drink, that's it love.
“All right, pop your top off and we're bringing your hot drink. That always makes me laugh”
because a hot drink is probably the last thing you need when you're just pop your top off.
Anyway, you've made it to the back room and welcome to the third edition of the background.
And we're going to continue today with our reading of night and day by Virginia Wolf. And also, we're going to introduce a new feature, which is exclusive to the back room, which is our talking in songs feature, where we will ask you to contribute your best and worst talking on records that you've ever heard. And we will have some suggestions as well.
“We might even have a chart and according to listeners' votes, songs will make it, you know,”
at the top five, top 10, top 20. We might have a top 20 best talking on records,
and a top 20 worst speaking on records. And to inaugurate this feature, we just actually mid-recorded, received a call from my friend Andrew Lincoln, who suggested immediately when I told him about speaking in songs, he suggested, a song by Roy Eres called "Pu-Pu-Lala". The title alone has already reduced my colleagues here to helpless silent giggling and words
go like this. Let me kiss you on your "Pu-Pu-Lala". Let me kiss you on your "Pu-Pu-Lala".
She was the kind of woman that would trim your toenails at five o'clock in the morning. She was honest, loyal, sincere, dedicated, understanding. She was everything a man could ever want a woman to be. She was everything to me and she was my woman.
“I can remember the first time we met in New York City in Central Park. I was wearing a pair”
of white sneakers, a pair of white shorts, and I had a white t-shirt on with the inscription that read in the front of it, "Earth, Wind, and Fire". You could not tell me that I was not good to go. Oh, we got married. Two days later, we got married and everything was cool for about four years and that's when the other voices came into the picture. You know what I'm talking about when I say the other voices. You know, Mary said that Roy was running around with Harriet
and Beverly and we got back to the home front and me and my old lady started going through a repetitious cycle of splitting up and coming back together and splitting up and coming back together. Until it just got ridiculous. Let me kiss you on your poopu Lala. Oh baby, you got to let me kiss you. Kiss you. Let me squeeze you on your D.O. Dada. There you go. That was just a little taste of Pupu Lala by Roy Eres, which was new to the
team here. So we're going to thank Andrew for that and I hope you get the kind of general tone of what we're looking for. So if you have any contributions in terms of speaking on records, please send them in and we will read them out for you or other I will read them out for you. If you are interested in me reading probably suggestive lyrics over the microphone. You can send them into contact us at ill-advisedbybelnye.com. I'm talking of reading, let's continue with something
slightly more eyebrow with all due respect to Roy. This is night and day by the Supremes. No, just kidding. This is night and day by Virginia Woolf.
