Black Eyed Peas

Have you purchased the new Blackeyed Peas CD? Oh my! It's amazing. It makes me so very happy. I think I've listened to it four to five hundred times already. And when I'm not listening to it, the songs are floating around in my head. I bought it last week on the day it was released, which I don't normally do because I'm rarely passionate enough about a CD to own it the minute it hits stores, but after hearing the Peas' new stuff on Kiss FM and Best Buy commercials, the Blackeyed vibe commanded me to go get Monkey Business immediately. The Best Buy in Frisco had it for $9.99. I feel like I should have paid way more and picked it up on the sly in a dark alley or something since it's giving me such a high.

I've said before that I have a silly (and obviously harmless) crush on Snoop and 50 Cent, but now I may have to add Will.i.am to that list. And Fergie. I love it when music carves out it's own style and celebrates its own uniqueness, and nobody sounds like--or moves like--the Black Eyed Peas. Monkey Business is fun. In more than one way.

Favorite tracks on the new CD:

Pump It
Don't Phunk with My Heart
Don't Lie
Dum Diddly

Infectious I tell ya! The 25 minute drive home flies by and I find myself actually wanting to be in traffic longer. That's nuts. But I guess my mind wanders into la-la land (not the Ashlee Simpson kind) and it makes me not care about some ass (the donkey kind, as we concluded on Kidd Kraddick in the Morning show today) in a dirty black pickup truck who darts ahead of me in an effort to get two car lengths ahead before the stoplight. I just concentrate on Fergie's vocal stylings and the flava that she gives to a boring little phrase like "don't lie," and suddenly asses don't bother me as much. And nothing can phunk with my heart I say.

Peas rule!