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Song for Insomniacs (and people thinking about friendship)

Because of some information I got today about somebody else entirely, I felt compelled to check all available Google sources to ensure that there are no songs out there about Julies other than those by Bobby Sherman and Leo Kottke.

It appears, happily, that I am homefree and even more happily, I discovered Julie Doiron.

Snow Falls in November



Me and My Friend



You Canadians. You know you rock. Out loud.

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Jeff and Charli Lee said…
Oh thanks. Now I've got "Julie Julie Julie do you love me?" stuck in my head.

Well?
November 8, 2007 at 7:46 PM
Family Adventure said…
I'm glad there are no other songs about Julies and that you were able to get some sleep after that :)

Great songs. My first time hearing.

Heidi
November 9, 2007 at 1:03 AM
flutter said…
especially music.
November 9, 2007 at 1:05 AM
Gunfighter said…
"Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love me?

Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care?

Julie, Julie, are you thinkin' of me?

Julie, Julie, will you still be there?"

Sorry. I couldn't help it.

I hope we can still be friends.

GF
November 9, 2007 at 5:32 AM
Julie Pippert said…
Jeff, well if it wasn't stuck in my head before (that song----which I paid a hypnotist lots of money to block forever---KIDDING!) it is now after Gunfighter!

Well what? You want an apology? At least I only mentioned the dude's name, not even the song title or lyrics LOL!

Or wait, maybe you want an answer? Of course I love you! You are listed in my Reader after all! What better declaration could there be? And please do not let the fact that there are 115 other people in that Reader who I also love detract from the meaning.

Heidi, I hope you liked the new tunes!

Flutter, no doubt!

Gunfighter, after that little serenade? HUMPH! Okay who am I kidding. You stay in the Reader. :)
November 9, 2007 at 6:45 AM
Anonymous said…
There's also "Hey Julie," by Fountains of Wayne.

(see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvUdr3Qc3f4)

I was ridiculously happy when I discovered this song.

Enjoy!
November 10, 2007 at 5:27 PM
Anonymous said…
Julie Doiron was also in an amazing band called Eric's Trip, who were from where I'm living now. I loved them, esp her voice in early high school, and in a weird coincidence, I now live about a block away from the contact address listed on the album.

I should go figure out what house it is now that I'm thinking about it.

My point is, YES! She RULES!
November 16, 2007 at 5:24 PM
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