One of the best things about listening to “Bob 92.7” – one of those “we play random stuff all day” stations – is eating my banana* while listening to “Renegade” by Styx. Boy Chris once made me a CD with that song on it and I always think of him and “Billy Madison” when I hear it. Today Bob is playing songs from the soundtrack of my life and it’s taking me back.
“Groove is in the Heart” by Dee-Lite: Listened to this song at least twice a day for most of 1991, thanks to Elisabeth, and therefore associate it with teaching her how to fast dance and trying on our new outfits from Contempo Casuals. Also, I danced to this song with my dad at his wedding because that’s how we roll. No, seriously, Dude is in a wheelchair and he almost rolled over my foot while we were dancing. I was 19 and probably 5 drinks into the evening at that point, so there may have been some stumbling on my part. It is a miracle my father acknowledges me as his child.
“Midnight Train to Georgia” by Gladys Knight and the Pips: Did anyone else love that show “It’s Your Move” starring a post-“Silver Spoons” but pre-“Hogan Family” Jason Bateman?** Just me? OK then. Well, there was a scene in one episode where part of the cast sang this song at karaoke or something and I still crack up when I hear it. Guess you need to see it in order to get it.
“Ragdoll” by Aerosmith: Probably my favorite song ever and the guitar solo makes me want to lick Joe Perry’s face. Heroin problem, shmeroin problem. I love him and I don’t care who knows. Normally I only get it up for drummers but in this case an exception has been made. And a restraining order against me has probably been issued. Had to turn this one up extra loud today to drown out the sound of Sinatra coming from my officemate’s computer. I adore Sinatra, but there are some misty water-colored memories associated with him now and I can’t deal until I can reclaim Frank as mine.
*Not a euphemism. Old Lady DeFazio needs more potassium in her diet.
**I loved Jason Bateman when everyone else was into Ricky Schroeder. Even in first grade I liked my men sarcastic and edgy. Well, edgy to a six year-old.