I found some Oak Ridge boys on an old cassette or my mom played it for me once to help me fall asleep, but I ended up listening to it every single night for what seemed like forever. Both sides. Far from falling asleep I was hard at work imagining the stories that went along with the songs. I'd get up and flip the tape, sometimes even fighting sleep until I at least made it to the other side. Sometimes this didn't work, so I was less familiar with the last few songs on side B.
I was fascinated with my grandpa's old jukebox. They made a box just for music? And it had all the good stuff too. I loved the oldies. My alarm clock was set to 103.3 KLOU for years, up into high school, until they changed the DJ's and went from 50's and 60's to 60's and 70's. No one understood my love stricken angst quite like those teenage heartthrobs from back in the day. Perhaps that is why I am so drawn to the musical styling of She & Him.
A good oldie still makes me think of summer.
I'd clean my room to Madonna's greatest hits and the Grease soundtrack. Singing along, jumping on the bed, admiring something I didn't have words for.
If I had to choose between N'Sync and the Backstreet boys I think I'd have to say N'Sync (They were my first live concert after all. I remember taking the metro-link with my best friends at the time. It was Lisa's birthday present, but we all won. All I truly remember is when they flew out across the floor seat audience, flew out across us.), but both boy bands spun round and round my cd player, broken only by Aqua, the Spice Girls, and Billy Joel. I sang "Hit Me Baby One More Time" on the bus with the rest of color guard, knew the whole thing by heart, but never owned the cd. Though I got Donna Lewis' cd for just one song. Dixie Chicks were cool too as long as they had wide open spaces or were killing Earl.
I picked to play the flute because all I cared about was melody.
I felt Jewel's pain and understood Alanis's logic. I did get sick of "My Heart Will Go On," but not the sweet Dicaprio or the heart breaking love story. I would have given him my door.
For a talent show in 7th grade my friends and I practiced "Leader of the Pack," my boyfriend of the time circling us on a big wheel as we fought over who should get to sing lead. We never did the show, though. My talent show song days ended in grade school when me and my grandma dubbed matching outfits and sang "put another nickle in, in the nickelodeon 'cause all I want is loving you and music, music, music."
I thought musicals were ingenious and couldn't fathom why Meet Me in St.Louis, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and The Sound of Music were so old. When were we going to make more? I didn't think of Disney movies as musicals, but I knew every single word to every single song of Aladdin. And that's just for starters.
I watched the movie Heart and Souls over and over and over because there was something about that song "Walk Like a Man" that I wanted to hear over and over and over. A movie with good music, is a good movie.
I thought the song "Tears of Pearls" by Savage Garden had some deep meaning to it, and while I loved every song on that cd- never bought another one. My mom bought the "Mmmmm Bop" cd because she thought I'd "like this new girl band," but I thought "Mmmmm bop" was overrated. "A Minute Without You" was much more inventive and intelligent.
I learned that if your "us" song is "It's All Coming Back to Me Now" you've already quit before you started. I became obsessed with "Treat Her Like a Lady" when me and a friend went to an away, Saturday morning football game to scope boys we would never actually talk to.
Bare Naked Ladies lyrics rule. End of story.
I didn't know who Weezer was in high school, just that this senior who wore glasses like them liked them and my boyfriend. Their lyrics are pretty cool too though.
There was barely a song that I couldn't turn into a pun or a joke or a tribute to a friend.
I feel like I "majored" in Songs and Games in girl scouts. I can still sing most of them today. I still do.
"I Want to Be Your Underwear" still cracks me up. (Bryan Adams, not girl scouts.)
After my N'Sync concert most all of my live concerts consisted of bands like Little River Band and Journey. I went with my family to some and to most with my ex-fiance's family, who I still think of whenever I hear Journey, a warm summer night, a blanket on the ground, too many people all around, and the tiny band all the way up front making everyone move.
In college I went to see Bare Naked Ladies at the same place. Paid to get seats, only 50 feet ahead of my previous blanket sitting. It was the best concert ever. It rained in the beginning, so we were cold and wet the rest of the night, but when people are dancing with shopping carts and the crowd is going wild who cares? I accepted some rum into my free coke zero from a random guy in the parking lot. Some kind of retard post concert high I guess. Logic out the window. But everyone was friends at the end of that concert, and my real ones were right near by. Rolled down the car windows and made fun of how easy I got drunk- just 1/2 a can.
My husband turned me on to alternative rock and then somehow angry boy bands. He makes fun of me for liking break up songs. I don't even notice it most of the time. I'll say I like this. And he'll say it's probably about a break up. And I'll say I don't know. Then we'll listen to it. And its about a break up. "She Fucking Hates Me" is the best.
Whatever, he likes songs about cheaters.
We still haven't found a good "us" song. But we also don't feel a need to, so we don't really look.
He also got me more interested in classical and instrumental. I purchased the Sherlock Holmes soundtrack.
I keep all my old mix tapes. Mix tapes. Cassettes. Cassettes I made by recording songs off the radio and scribbling on the labels with pen or marker. Not the songs or artists, though that would sometimes happen, but stars and hearts and "moods." I still have a general idea of what is on each one. My husband doesn't like to move them. I packed them when he wasn't looking.
I want a record player for the sound quality.
I like weird things, bizarre things, things that make me laugh. Why is "I Have a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" and "My Boy Lollipop" on my ipod? ... Why not... As long as they don't play after the "Hamster Dance" or "Popcorn" we're probably good.
I made themed cds in college for my friends. One of them was called "Songs that Make You Cry." I can't listen to it. It makes me cry.
All my workouts and my entire college internship existed only by soundtrack, the nubs that pass as headphones jammed in my ears, drowning out the world, and making me walk to a beat.
I can't face a treadmill without at least three songs from Rise Against.
I couldn't ever really get into rap or heavy metal, though a student brought something interesting to class tonight that was heavy metal. I was surprised by my interest. We were discussing songs as poetry and vice versa. Songs after all are an experimental form of poetry. They are in fact the only mainstream experimental form. And why not? What else can appeal to our logic, our emotions, and some physical need to move and feel all at once? What else can we chart our life by in beats and air guitar?
But don't ask me what my favorite song is. I don't know.
I was fascinated with my grandpa's old jukebox. They made a box just for music? And it had all the good stuff too. I loved the oldies. My alarm clock was set to 103.3 KLOU for years, up into high school, until they changed the DJ's and went from 50's and 60's to 60's and 70's. No one understood my love stricken angst quite like those teenage heartthrobs from back in the day. Perhaps that is why I am so drawn to the musical styling of She & Him.
A good oldie still makes me think of summer.
I'd clean my room to Madonna's greatest hits and the Grease soundtrack. Singing along, jumping on the bed, admiring something I didn't have words for.
If I had to choose between N'Sync and the Backstreet boys I think I'd have to say N'Sync (They were my first live concert after all. I remember taking the metro-link with my best friends at the time. It was Lisa's birthday present, but we all won. All I truly remember is when they flew out across the floor seat audience, flew out across us.), but both boy bands spun round and round my cd player, broken only by Aqua, the Spice Girls, and Billy Joel. I sang "Hit Me Baby One More Time" on the bus with the rest of color guard, knew the whole thing by heart, but never owned the cd. Though I got Donna Lewis' cd for just one song. Dixie Chicks were cool too as long as they had wide open spaces or were killing Earl.
I picked to play the flute because all I cared about was melody.
I felt Jewel's pain and understood Alanis's logic. I did get sick of "My Heart Will Go On," but not the sweet Dicaprio or the heart breaking love story. I would have given him my door.
For a talent show in 7th grade my friends and I practiced "Leader of the Pack," my boyfriend of the time circling us on a big wheel as we fought over who should get to sing lead. We never did the show, though. My talent show song days ended in grade school when me and my grandma dubbed matching outfits and sang "put another nickle in, in the nickelodeon 'cause all I want is loving you and music, music, music."
I thought musicals were ingenious and couldn't fathom why Meet Me in St.Louis, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and The Sound of Music were so old. When were we going to make more? I didn't think of Disney movies as musicals, but I knew every single word to every single song of Aladdin. And that's just for starters.
I watched the movie Heart and Souls over and over and over because there was something about that song "Walk Like a Man" that I wanted to hear over and over and over. A movie with good music, is a good movie.
I thought the song "Tears of Pearls" by Savage Garden had some deep meaning to it, and while I loved every song on that cd- never bought another one. My mom bought the "Mmmmm Bop" cd because she thought I'd "like this new girl band," but I thought "Mmmmm bop" was overrated. "A Minute Without You" was much more inventive and intelligent.
I learned that if your "us" song is "It's All Coming Back to Me Now" you've already quit before you started. I became obsessed with "Treat Her Like a Lady" when me and a friend went to an away, Saturday morning football game to scope boys we would never actually talk to.
Bare Naked Ladies lyrics rule. End of story.
I didn't know who Weezer was in high school, just that this senior who wore glasses like them liked them and my boyfriend. Their lyrics are pretty cool too though.
There was barely a song that I couldn't turn into a pun or a joke or a tribute to a friend.
I feel like I "majored" in Songs and Games in girl scouts. I can still sing most of them today. I still do.
"I Want to Be Your Underwear" still cracks me up. (Bryan Adams, not girl scouts.)
After my N'Sync concert most all of my live concerts consisted of bands like Little River Band and Journey. I went with my family to some and to most with my ex-fiance's family, who I still think of whenever I hear Journey, a warm summer night, a blanket on the ground, too many people all around, and the tiny band all the way up front making everyone move.
In college I went to see Bare Naked Ladies at the same place. Paid to get seats, only 50 feet ahead of my previous blanket sitting. It was the best concert ever. It rained in the beginning, so we were cold and wet the rest of the night, but when people are dancing with shopping carts and the crowd is going wild who cares? I accepted some rum into my free coke zero from a random guy in the parking lot. Some kind of retard post concert high I guess. Logic out the window. But everyone was friends at the end of that concert, and my real ones were right near by. Rolled down the car windows and made fun of how easy I got drunk- just 1/2 a can.
My husband turned me on to alternative rock and then somehow angry boy bands. He makes fun of me for liking break up songs. I don't even notice it most of the time. I'll say I like this. And he'll say it's probably about a break up. And I'll say I don't know. Then we'll listen to it. And its about a break up. "She Fucking Hates Me" is the best.
Whatever, he likes songs about cheaters.
We still haven't found a good "us" song. But we also don't feel a need to, so we don't really look.
He also got me more interested in classical and instrumental. I purchased the Sherlock Holmes soundtrack.
I keep all my old mix tapes. Mix tapes. Cassettes. Cassettes I made by recording songs off the radio and scribbling on the labels with pen or marker. Not the songs or artists, though that would sometimes happen, but stars and hearts and "moods." I still have a general idea of what is on each one. My husband doesn't like to move them. I packed them when he wasn't looking.
I want a record player for the sound quality.
I like weird things, bizarre things, things that make me laugh. Why is "I Have a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" and "My Boy Lollipop" on my ipod? ... Why not... As long as they don't play after the "Hamster Dance" or "Popcorn" we're probably good.
I made themed cds in college for my friends. One of them was called "Songs that Make You Cry." I can't listen to it. It makes me cry.
All my workouts and my entire college internship existed only by soundtrack, the nubs that pass as headphones jammed in my ears, drowning out the world, and making me walk to a beat.
I can't face a treadmill without at least three songs from Rise Against.
I couldn't ever really get into rap or heavy metal, though a student brought something interesting to class tonight that was heavy metal. I was surprised by my interest. We were discussing songs as poetry and vice versa. Songs after all are an experimental form of poetry. They are in fact the only mainstream experimental form. And why not? What else can appeal to our logic, our emotions, and some physical need to move and feel all at once? What else can we chart our life by in beats and air guitar?
But don't ask me what my favorite song is. I don't know.
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