Lyle Thursday

Steve MerrymanDaily Notes

There's been a lot of chatter about the song "Baby, It's Cold Outside". Frankly, the chatter has been quite boring and predictable and not worth my time.

My only contribution to the narrative (if you can even call it that) is to say that, for my money, the very best version of the tune is this version by Lyle Lovett and Kat Edmondson:

I must confess, however, that I am a fan of everything Lyle Lovett does. I'm sure even his bowel movements deserve Grammy's (let's just take that one on faith, however).

One of the first things I usually do when I get settled into my office in the mornings, after giving the dogs their snacks, and pulling the starter cord on my ten year-old Mac Pro (don't forget the choke! Let it rev up for a minute til it's warm…), is set the music playlist for the day.

Normally I go with a mix from my wide selection of music, but today I started off with Baby, It's Cold Outside, because I hadn't heard Lyle and Kat's version in some time.

After that, I just let the Lyle Lovett set roll on all day on Shuffle. I've only got a paltry seven Lyle Lovett albums (gotta work on that collection) so there were a couple repeats.

It was a great day of music at SIGMA World Headquarters.

Tomorrow, I might go with an All John Hiatt Shuffle Day. I've got twelve of his albums.

UPDATE: It's Friday and I'm calling an audible and going with Van Morrison Shuffle Day because I've got seventeen albums (224 songs). There will be no repeats.


Steve Merryman is a cranky old fart. He writes about things that make him tick, and things that tick him off. You may object to his views; you may think he's a moron; and you might wish to tell him so. In return he would remind you that his lack of concern for your feelings is only exceeded by his indifference to your opinions. Good day, Sir!