I know that women have been compared to myriad inanimate objects since the first song was sung. I was certainly not content to be compared to a Jeep or have anyone tell me they wanted to ride me on airwaves open to the public, but I'm not offended watching Phil Wade with some acoustic accompaniment sing about comparing the love he has for his lady to a BlackBerry. I'm a bit partial to iPhone myself, but this certainly makes me think of possibly switching cell phone plans. Do we need to remind you who exactly Phil Wade is? Play catchup then play this great example of soulful improvisation.