On Friday nights, we usually play musics. To be clear, I usually play musics, but sometimes people don’t vibe on my selection and we end up sorta battling. Y’all should feel sorry for me because trap music, bops, ballads, and worse yet, power ballads. Lawd.
Sassy’s deeeeep into an 80s thing lately, and I swear I hear Billie Jean and Toto’s Africa every day lately. I forgive her because she likes Wham! and she asks for Blue Monday.
Also, people in my house listen to Never Gonna Give You Up without ironic intention. In fact, half the time, I bet they do it to torture me.
The Mister still listens to the radio so he’s still a hep cat. I, on the other hand, do not. Okay, sometimes Q95, which is classic rock, but not mostly. Thus, I am destined to soon be listening to my version of the golden oldies because without young people around, how will I even know what’s current? I’ll be listening to nothing newer than 2022. That’s what happens, right? Maybe one of the young people will take pity on me and send me the latest tunes. Bubba and Sassy could do that. They know what I like. Not that they truly care, but they know.
None of this would be happening to me if MTV was still MTV. I’m just sayin.
My selection today stirred up some controversy in our household. No one here preferred the original, sorry Original Guy. Yes, yes, the piano in Johnny Rivers is brilliantly funky, but this is my blog and this is MY favorite version. I blame the Less Than Zero soundtrack. Which means I also prefer the Bangles version of Hazy Shade of Winter.
If you have to get the flu, get the Boogie Woogie Flu.
HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE!