The Useless Critic 2.0

I love Davis Gaines in a completely unhealthy yet G-rated way. He has the voice of power, and it is always great when I find new videos of his music on Youtube, especially this song, which comes from his solo album, "Against the Tide." In my first Davis Gaines post, I mentioned that Amazon.com was the only place I could find samples of his solo album. And now voila, This one is for you Marion. I hope you understand with the jazzy touches of this studio-worked piece, you and I could dance all night and drink lots and lots of Green tea with extra honey and a lemon wedge. This one from Davis Gaines would fit perfectly in a scene where we dance slowly in front of unknown spectators. QATFYG: How much tea can Marion Cotillard drink without getting buzzed? PS If you can't listen to this song and imagine yourself dancing alongside Marion Cotillard then your heart is made of ashes.

To make this honest, this is another blog wars challenge. This one is up against Shruti Vijh, who creatively writes the blogspot, Shruti -Click There! Check out her work centered around romantic essential validity. The Challenge: Who can write the better romantic fiction? The Response: I have Marion Cotillard on a silver platter begging with Chocolat et les Fraises. Instead of standard Flash fiction, I will toss around the sculptured masterworks known as rant-indulged prose. -- Marion's Eyelash The day I will meet Marion Cotillard is not a mystery to my intensivities. If an eyelash flew from the corner near her tear duct and floated across a thousand suns and moons only to have the gentle breeze drop it on my cheek, I would gasp like the first time I heard music on 12 strings. I would press my fingers against the lash, and I would know…I would just know that in some strange corner between the universe and nothingness Marion Cotillard’s fingers were on her cheek, and she was dreami...