I have had a weird love for Lionel Richie for a long time. One of my first attempts at having a blog, back in 2004, was called “I Dance Naked to Lionel Richie” – no joke.
When I lived with Danny the year after that (before moving to Vancouver), we had the above album on one of the shelves, spread open to this Burt Reynolds-esque pose. The album comes faux-signed, but I added “Danny” in. I don’t think you can tell.
Anyways, why the L-Rich love today? Because this is the most awesomest thing ever.