[18] Nelly Furtado, ‘I’m Like A Bird’
July 14, 2008It takes a newly minted three-year-old to join the dots. “Do you like this song?” I ask, witheringly original to the last. Junior nods and adds, “Umbrella-ella-ella-ay-ay-ay”. She’s right, and who knew? Nelly and Rihanna share that nasal, under-sung quality, a style that a decent vocal coach would prise out of you if you weren’t too busy selling oodles of records.
‘I’m Like A Bird’ soars as it should and peels back those horror flashbacks of a time when it was so omnipresent it might as well have been a radio jingle. “Iiiii’m, like, a bird – I’m Jo Whiley!”
Everlasting pop that you needn’t hear again.
weird things of our time – this track is playing as I am reading this. Modern day witchcraft.
I’m trying to remember if it was 2 or 3 years ago when you promised to send me a CD. I may light a candle to it.
That is weird.
Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves – we appear to be 11 days shy of two years since you sent me your address. The CD exists, of course, but you know how tricky this artwork has become… ahem. I’m awful. Still going to do it. Honest. Sorry.
ut you do know that I don’t live there anymore?
I do. Makes it even worse, really, doesn’t it?