Teen Me swoons every time I hear this song. I have loved this band since I was but a wee one. They were my Beatles, although I never fainted, and even in the 80s, they had better haircuts than the Fab Four. i met them four times — The Hooters, not the Beatles. I was speechless at first, but that improved with age and each time I met them.
I have featured many a song by The Hooters for Song Lyric Sunday. I chronicled my early obsession in an essay that was published in The Philadelphia Inquirer during my former life as a freelance writer (which I can’t find right now… … … of course).
What’s not in that essay is the same night it was published, I went to their 30th anniversary show. After, I met them all, again, and I even spoke a few short paragraphs (that was a first). Eric Bazilian told me that my essay made his mother cry in a good way. I left content that if my Hooters story ended that night, it was an excellent way to conclude.
That was 2010. They’ve played concerts in Philly every year since, but I haven’t gone. There’s something about the perfect ending, of truly coming full circle, that’s amazingly satisfying and I haven’t wanted to disturb that.
Maybe in 2020, when they play their 40th anniversary show, I’ll go see them again, if for no other reason, just to hear this song live, one more time.
*I was at the show during which this video was shot. It was my third show with them in 1987. I was devoted.
This post is part of the Blogging A to Z Challenge. My theme is Musical Memoir. Each Monday through Saturday, I explore personal memories through my love of music, inspired and coordinated by the letters of the alphabet. Join in the fun and participate in the challenge, or leave a comment and enjoy some conversation. Thanks for reading. Peace.