When Did The Music I Listen To Become Safe?
But, "You Really Got Me?" Damn, I was getting into it too...then a pharmacist assistant said, "Lee, your prescription is ready" and she stepped on Dave Davies' solo at the worst possible moment. I didn't complain, they're good to me at that pharmacy. A vein in my forehead did throb, though.
Is Muzak still in business? Or are the streets of Seattle overrun with musicians on every corner, with a sign in front of them saying "will play elevator music for food?"
Then yesterday, I'm buying Procrastinator Junior pants at Mervyn's and they break out dance hits from my clubbing days. All I had to do was put on a print shirt, break out some Z Cavalli acid wash genii pants and some Giorgio Brutini shoes from Oak Tree to be back in 1988.
By the way, "brutini" means "uglies" in Italian. Yes, I wore the "uglies." They were comfortable and um, "stylish" for the times. I wasn't making Stacy Adams money in those days.
Then to completely be in the moment, I would be to ask one of the saleswomen to dance with me. I could Cabbage Patch, Freddie Krueger, tilt, Bankhead Bounce, and after the song is over? She'd say "let's be friends" and I'd say, "I don't even know your name" as she'd cover up her name tag.
Ah, yes, good times without the ten dollar cover and the watered-down drinks.
P.S. Cool it on the comments and e-mails, I'm quite aware that I'm married. It's only a time warp-related fantasy, folks.