Chef Boyardee

Sometimes I worry that I go on too much about how much I enjoy Lenni Jabour‘s music. Then I read something like Scott Andrew LePera’s post about Edie Carey and realize I’m not the only one who gets really into this stuff called music: Here’s a sure danger sign: more than once I found myself complaining and then what happened? as the two-minute MP3 sample tracks ended abruptly in mid-verse. And then I played the samples again and again and again, until I finally stopped torturing myself and bought the record…. This is like finding a four-leaf clover pressed inside the child’s book you picked up at a yard sale on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon.