Altermativley you could put this on your wish list:
Very Best of David Hasselhoff!!!
Very Best of David Hasselhoff: David Hasselhoff: Amazon.co.uk: Music
I came across this record at a time in my life when things weren’t going well. My wife had just left me for a contortionist, my kids were all at boarding school and the dog seemed to have a lingering contempt for me that grew more and more vitriolic as the days passed. Then, like Moses into the parted Red Sea, David Hasselhoff stepped into my life and convinced me that things weren’t as bad as they seemed. After initially trying to order a Julio Eglasias CD and ordering a Hasselhoff one in error, I was in turmoil. Thinking to myself that I needed to hear some sweet sweet music (my wife took all the simply red and Dire straits CDs) I put the Hasselhoff CD on. Right from the start I knew this was different. And, as the dulcet tones of the Hoffmeister drifted out of the CD player, I knew something kind of wonderful was taking place. Imagine the pure enraptured joy of winning the lottery combined with the tingly erotic sensations one gets from a jacuzzi and you can just begin to get an idea of what the Hoff’s music has done for my life.
Two years on and I still spend 6 hours each day listening to David whilst browsing the web for more and more info on the permed one. Some would say this was a waste of time, I say ‘Jump in my car and let’s go down to hotshot city and do the limbo dance’.
In short, an aural sensation akin to hearing the voice of God himself.
It was a quiet, cloudless night, as I walked, in a preternatural daze through a whispering wood, as the wind gently caressed my bare ankles and spoke softly in my ear as if of an impeding fate i could neither predict nor acknowledge. As I walked i forgot all worldly trappings and became cacooned in the womb of nature. And as this somnambulant journey continued a warm, fuzzy glow flickered then gradually grew in front of me, until all was incandescent and my eyes next to useless. As the brightness faded i became aware of a figure in front of me, and though he seemed of average height and build it became obvious to me, though not how it was possible, that he was in fact as big as the universe itself, condensed into humanoid form in front of me. Softly his voice sang out in deep, dulcet tones and it was as if the sky was collapsing, the earth caving beneath me. My body became weightless. Floating. In an everlasting orgasmic symphony of colour and sound. I looked upon the face of the celestial being and to my endless wonder i recognised the godly visage. But before i could reach out and touch the face of salvation the light receded, the music dampened to a faint whimper and all that was left was a name written upon the wind – Hasselhoff. It was then that i realised i would never know true bliss again. I can remember less and less of that night as time wends its meaningless way. I cannot recall the words or notes of those epiphanic songs, although i do seem to recall Hot Shot City was pretty fricking rocking.
