I started playing the guitar in an 8th grade elective class called - what else, but “Guitar I.” And it was after this initiation into the School of Rock, that I began to methodically deny anything that was sin guitara. Any song that didn’t have a guitar was absolutely not worth listening to. (This is how the typical 12-year-old white boy’s mind worked in mid-1980’s suburban Florida.) And I had a very nice mullet to go with this conviction.
But in hindsight, that was an important and necessary fog that I had to navigate because it resulted in my proficiency in playing the stereotypical AC/DC, Tesla, Guns-n-Roses, Zepplin, Boston…you know, straight-up “dirt rock.”
Obviously, I grew out of that stage and eventually became the connoisseur of musical taste that I am today. But, you should know that before I was into all that stuff, I listened to what most people listened to at the time: Top 40. Sure, I favored Asia, America, and Hall and Oats (despite them not being a country or a continent) but they were all no doubt, very accessible, dare I say “dancable” popular, top 40.
I say all of this to excuse…no, to explain what you are about to hear…because every Friday night, I’d go skating. No, not skateboarding, SKATING. As in roller skating. 4 wheels per foot. And I LOVED rolling around the rink to this song.
I now present the audio version of the answer to the following equation:
nostalgia + garageband - most of the song x 28 mins of my life gone = holy crap
April 5th, 2009 at 7:53 am
It’s now clear that I really don’t know you. At all. Nope. Who are you?
April 5th, 2009 at 9:09 pm
I am me and we are she and something about seals or penguins?
April 5th, 2009 at 9:12 pm
No really. I like(d) a lot of stuff. Grew up on Hall and Oats and America and John Waits and Journey. Lots of typical 80’s stuff, but never Michael Jackson. I hated that boy’s music with a raging passion. Maneater beats Thriller hands down.