Personal history.

You know what was wrong with the ’70s? At any point in that decade, particularly, oh, the first half, you might be having a conversation with a friend’s boyfriend. Say this boyfriend was not approved of by your friend’s parents. Say those parents were, in fact, actively trying to keep the young lovers apart. Say the boyfriend was in a band. In the middle of your conversation, the boyfriend might shake out his center-parted auburn hair and announce that he was going to sing a song in the next set that would really stick it to his girlfriend’s father. And then he would open his mouth and bray this song right in your face, a capella:


And his breath would smell like beer. Not that you were actually still breathing at this point.

Some women think it’s romantic when men sing to them. I have never understood this.

Posted at 4:58 pm in Same ol' same ol' |
 

7 responses to “Personal history.”

  1. ashley said on October 12, 2007 at 5:36 pm

    I had a girl that loved me to sing “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Seriously. Ah, to be young(er than now) and with a psycho.

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  2. Julie Robinson said on October 12, 2007 at 5:37 pm

    Well, no, not under those circumstances. But if you have ever had a tall hunk with a glorious voice embrace you and sing a beautiful love song while you were clasped to him and the soundwaves resonated from his body to yours, that’s another matter entirely. Even if you were just on a stage presenting a musical and you only had just the smallest bit of sexual tension between you because you both were already in a relationship…

    Whew, time for a cold shower.

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  3. nancy said on October 12, 2007 at 5:47 pm

    You guys are just lucky I loaded that playlist without autoplay enabled.

    Ash, from I recall from our phone conversations, your voice is pitched a little high for that one. Maybe that gave it the extra scary-psycho edge that a girl like that might, um, enjoy.

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  4. alex said on October 12, 2007 at 9:16 pm

    The generation gap was never bigger than it was then. I’m still straddling it, although with folks who are more liberal than most, and even so it’s tearing me a snatch. Call me Marilyn Manson.

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  5. basset said on October 13, 2007 at 7:56 pm

    the really scary part… I didn’t have to play the song, already knew all the words.

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  6. deb said on October 14, 2007 at 6:19 pm

    Me, too, Basset. This song has always been one of my guilty pleasures. One of the first things I bought on iTunes.

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  7. del said on October 15, 2007 at 8:47 am

    Another 70’s song to same effect: Gimme three steps . . .

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