We’ve spent four evenings together. It’s always a good time. But there’s one night I’ll never forget.
“What I want is songs that echo. The stuff we’re doing now is like somebody’s bed sheets: spread ’em out, soil ’em, ship ’em out to laundry, you know? But our songs…I want us to be able to fold ourselves up in them forever… understand? That’s the most you’ll ever get out of me Wordman. Ever.”
Everyone has an artist or some other guilty pleasure that they don’t like to admit they have (or had). Barry Manilow anyone? Of course, I proudly say I’m a Fan-ilow! Ricky Martin? Si, si, si! But there was this one time… I’m still kind of… … It’s a story I really don’t like to tell… but maybe today is the day to break the stigma…
I bet you think that Alanis Morissette’s angry anthem You Oughta Know would be the song of choice for you. As was often the case, you’d be wrong.
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The only thing not hidden away in the back of my closet in my Boy Box is the CD that you made for me. Every now and then, I pull it out of the book of CDs where it lives and press play on track number nine.
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.
IT IS THE BEST DAY OF THE YEAR!
I don’t remember the first time I heard them. It’s like they’ve always been a part of my life.
I like Hanson and I am not ashamed.
My brother really likes Billy Joel. He decides to see him and invites me to tag along with his girlfriend and him. His girlfriend says she can get really good tickets. I like some of his stuff, so I agree.