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Wednesday confession.

All my life, I thought the Neil Diamond song was "Reverend in Blue Jeans."

I always liked the thought of a nice pastor-y type who always wore his 501's.

How relate-able he must be... that's the kind of pastor I want...

Until last year during American Idol when Jason Castro sang it "Forever in Blue Jeans."

I asked Asia "Why do you think he changed the lyrics?"

Turns out he didn't. No reverend to be seen in the correct lyrics.

But my pastor does wear blue jeans almost every week, so I'm feeling okay about the whole thing.

Comments

  1. no way - really? I am amazed...you should have asked me....something I knew that you didn't...I would have despised the song if it was reverend - puke.

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  2. That is hilarious. One time I couldn't understand the words to a song and called a radio station and sang the beginning of the song to ask what the words were. Unbeknownst to me, they taped it and aired it!

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