Thursday, May 08, 2008

Hilarious Memory...

I'm searching for songs to put on my play list player and I typed in Paul Simon. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover was one of the songs that populated on the website and it brought back this hilarious memory of me being about 7 or 8, standing in my Uncle's den, singing 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover to him. Oh wow...the power of music and the fact that I knew the words by heart...LOL!

5 comments:

Dean "D-Day" said...

OMG, too funny! Sounds just like me at that age. Listening to AM radio and singing all the words.

Lady Ridesalot said...

I had a favorite Aunt that would sing and dance with me. As a little girl about 10 or 11, we would turn her stereo up real loud and sing to songs like "The Leader of the Pack", "Red Rubber Ball", and "The Monster Mash". These are some treasured memories. Thanks for helping me reminisce a little. Rock on! Lady R

P.S. These memories were made in my hometown, Dubuque. Do you ever get there often?

"Joker" said...

I'm happy to have grown up in the time when some of the best music I think ever made was recorded. There was a record store (yes records) downtown in the city I grew up in that always had an outside speaker going on nice days. I still remember riding down there with my friends on my Huffy Thunder Road, with the baseball cards clothespinned in the spokes.

We'd hear all the songs of the day, but whenever I think of those times, for some reason the song that always seems to be playing is "Summer in the City," by Lovin' Spoonful. There are times when I'd give just about anything to be back outside that record store, drinking an ice-cold 10 cent Orange Crush in a tall glass bottle, and looking at all the blondes who looked like Sharon Tate walking around in their mini-skirts and go-go boots. Those really were the times...

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

Hey Harley Girl, Had to stop by and see who you were - I LOVED the comment you left about Nikki and agree completely. Thanks for putting your two cents in over there. I am going to check out your blog. Every Harley rider I've ever met is a special person and I admire and envy the close family feel you all have with each other, its so cool.

mrs road captain said...

For me it was "8 Days a Week" on the AM radio. I remember thinking that I thought it was a tupid song because there were only 7 days in a week! Yet I couldn't stop singing it. (Go figure, I turned out to be a math teacher!-LOL)