My age is showing like a long satin slip under a little leather miniskirt.
I was just downloading some music at Wal-Mart [.88 each!]. Easy to listen to stuff; Norah Jones and Michael Bublé. I scanned the top 50 and generally just acted like I’d nothing better to do than click ‘listen’ 200 times.
Then I saw Genesis and hit the listen button for Abacab. Just like that, and I was back. Gad, don’t you love music? Not the new stuff as much as the soundtrack of your youth… like old lovers, those songs caress the senses and befuddle the mind.
Before I knew it, I’d downloaded the thing and was up and dancing around the room with abandon. Remember Elaine’s dancing from Seinfeld? Some of the same, I guess, only with 50 year old arms and legs madly jutting back and forth with the rhythm.
I don’t care. It’s Abacab, baby.
Just noticed there’s no category for embarrassing myself.
With some songs I like what I remember… others not so much. *grin* OTOH I never was much of a music person so it’s only every once in a while that I say “Holy Cow!!! I remember that song!”