Thanks again to those of you who voted for Portfolio Armor for iPhone in the StreetApps Challenge. I mentioned yesterday I’d put up a 1990s flashback post, travel permitting. Thanks to in-flight WiFi, travel permits, so here it is. By the way, if you haven’t voted yet, you can do so by clicking here. Much appreciated. And remember, you don’t need a Facebook account to vote for the app; instead, you can register with ChallengePost by taking 30 seconds to pick a user name and e-mail (you’ll see the option for that when you click “vote” at the link). We’re at 56 votes now, so I’ll have to think of a special post idea for if we hit 60.
Flashback to 1998
The other day, Cheryl rifled through my trunk looking for a Cult CD to upload to her iPod via her laptop (my car has a cutting-edge (for 1995) 10 disc changer in the trunk). In addition to the Cult CD, she found a Jennifer Delgado CD, autographed in silver marker to a woman whose name we’ll abbreviate here as M. Here’s the story behind that CD.
Back in ‘98, this Jennifer Delgado performed a dance single of hers during happy hour at a bar/restaurant next to where I worked at the time. That weekend, I had a first date scheduled with M., who had been some sort of management consultant before leaving the corporate world to become a teacher. I had mentioned to her that I had a couple of free Broadway tickets, comps from a ticket broker I had purchased tickets from for out-of-town clients who were flying in to New York for a due diligence weekend. M. said that she missed those corporate “boodogles”, and we made plans to meet at the theater to see Les Miserables. I had no idea who Jennifer Delgado was, but I was pretty sure M. wasn’t a big fan of dance music, so I had Ms. Delgado autograph one of her CDs to M. and planned to give it to her as an ironic gift.
It never came to pass though. I got stuck in traffic driving into Manhattan that night, and called M. to let her know I was running late. Apparently, my lateness triggered some bad memories for M., because she said she was tired of men who showed up late to dates, or something to that effect, and I never heard from her again. So I went into the theater and got a rain check for the show, and ended up seeing it without M. a few weeks later (N.B. Broadway theaters tend to be cool about that, in my experience). And the cellophane wrapper didn’t come off the Jennifer Delgado CD until last week, when Cheryl found it. I put it in my DVD player then and gave it a listen.
It turned out not to be an album, but about half-dozen versions of what might have been Delgado’s only song, “What is it?”. I was able to find one of the versions on YouTube, the “Prophet Party Remix”. Enjoy:
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