The one where June suddenly says bank

When we still lived in Los Angeles and Marvin was going to school to become a teacher, he said, "Have you considered going back to work and getting a real job instead of freelancing? Because once I become a teacher, I will be making a lot less money."

I really hadn't considered getting a real job. Because I am a partner in life that way. But once he brought it up, I started looking. That was back when you could actually look for jobs and get them, and doesn't THAT seem like 50 years ago. I found a fabulous job at an in-house ad agency at a company that makes things you have heard of, including some pretentious water that if I named it, you'd say, "Oh, yeah! I know that water!"

It's really good water.

I know you think all water is the same, but this water tastes better than other water. For a while we did not get it for free at work, but then we did right before I left. Yeah, thanks.

Anyway, the point of my story is, I did make a lot more bank, and how much do you like me for saying bank, and before I forget a lot of people asked about Marvin's garage sale and he made SIXTY-FIVE DOLLARS this weekend. But back to my riveting story about my job in LA.

I loved that job so bad. We had free yoga at noon, an on-staff curator, free flowers we could take home, coworkers I am still friends with who read this blog (hi, Anthony!) (hi, Stephanie!) (hi, Virgo!), but the thing is, it was 16 miles away from my front door. Which translated to LA means it was an hour drive each way.

So I told Marvin I needed a satellite radio. Because otherwise I was going to be like Michael Douglas in that one movie where he gets a machine gun and blows everyone's head off on the LA freeway.

Then Marvin could not find a teaching job in LA because it is really competitive so I had to quit that job anyway and move here, and I insisted that I get to keep the satellite radio. Because now I am hooked.

Which leads me to the point of this post. My satellite radio has a '70s station, and also an '80s and a '90s station. It does not have a 70's station, because the '70s do not own anything, nor are we saying "70 is." Thank you. You want to send shivers down my bottle? Be sure to write 70's.

Because I spend an inordinate amount of time listening to my '70s, '80s, and '90s stations, I have been reminded of all sorts of times from my past, which I am sharing with you. Isn't it funny how a song will put you right back in a certain time? Here are some songs and here are their attached memories:

  • Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order. In the late '80s, my friends and I followed this cover band around every night from bar to bar. When I say every night, I mean we were there on Thanksgiving. I do not know if they played on Christmas, but if they did, we were there. We were obsessed with this band. One of the songs they played was Bizarre Love Triangle, a song I loved. Sometimes they'd play it as soon as we walked in, because they knew we'd dance to it. When I linked this song just now? I danced to it in my robe, with Henry looking at me.
  • Jealous Guy by John Lennon. Really, any song by any Beatle and there I am, back in my childhood.
Childhood When my white-'fro parents were not listening to the Beatles, I was at my grandmother's house, and my aunt and uncle were blaring out the Beatles over there. I'm sure my grandma was thrilled. She was hanging her goat high.

I really like the song Jealous Guy, and I also like the song Junk by Paul McCartney, but apparently Paul McCartney has, like, Fort Knox on all his songs and you cannot put them up on any blog. Lighten up, Paul. Don't you think you probably have enough bank?

  • Tempted, by Squeeze. There is NO SONG, no song, that transports me to college more than this song. I am in my boyfriend's dorm room, watching his put Spritz Forte in his pompadour. I am sitting on the floor with my housemate Edie, screaming the lyrics drunkenly. I am bartending at Small Planet, dancing to this song and pouring beer. I mean, Tempted. So college. Love this song.
Smallhair

Yes, I DID decide a perm was a good idea when I was in college. A PERM. Maybe I wanted the 'fro to be like my parents.

  • Black, by Pearl Jam. One of my favorite songs, anyway. But I moved to Seattle right when the whole grunge thing was happening, which I did not do on purpose. This song reminds me of getting to Seattle, and falling in love with it, and going to clubs, and wearing black and trying to seem deep and depressed and not naive and Midwestern which is what I really was.
  • Let Love Rule, by Lenny Kravitz. In the summer of 1990, I studied in London. I had a stupid boyfriend who was an archeology student, and he was going to Mexico all summer to dig something up. He never called or wrote the entire summer. Not once! It was hard to get ahold of him because he was in the middle of nowhere, so I spent all summer worrying he didn't like me anymore.

        One of the guys in my study group knew I liked the song Let Love Rule, and one afternoon he stood under my balcony and played guitar and sang it. It was so cool and it cheered me right up. Every time I hear that song I remember that beautiful sunny afternoon in London, in the middle of the park where I lived, that goofy guy singing Lenny Kravitz to cheer my ridiculous self up. I was in LONDON! I was YOUNG! I was CUTE! Why didn't I just lighten the eff up?

Stone

Okay, obviously I am at Stonehenge here and not London. Same summer, though. Nice front butt. Maybe I wasn't as cute as memory serves.

What songs remind you of stuff? Do any songs remind you of making bank?

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

90 thoughts on “The one where June suddenly says bank”

  1. Is that a fanny pack? Because it is banging.
    Love Cats by The Cure. Reminds me of moving to Portland, OR after high school.
    Ocean Ave by Yellow Card. There was an Ocean Blvd in Coos Bay, OR where I grew up, and while the name wasn’t the exact same, it made me feel pretty cool. It reminds me of the summers I had before I moved away from Dodge. Oh, I hated that place.
    Help by The Beatles. It was the first tape I bought, right before I bought the first Britney Spears album. I was 12.

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  2. Ohmygod, 12, you almost literally killed me. Was swallowing a sandwich and it was just at the back of my throat when I read, Is that a fanny pack, because it is banging. I started to laugh and it was all I could do to not choke to death.
     
    Also, are you not the person who sent me the cup of blood and asked for my lasagne recipe? I will get it to you, I promise.

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  3. Any song by Johnny Mathis reminds me of Saturday night at the frat house dancing and hanging out with friends.
    $65 bucks you say. OMG; that’s like, what, $10 an hour. Wowsie, Marv; keep up the outstanding work.
    Oh, and the theme from Rocky reminds me of the night in Philly I stayed up all night to photograph a bar interior. At sunrise I just had to go run the steps. Good times.

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  4. Bizarre Love Triangle & Oh L’Amour = senior year freedom and joy and the world is my oyster. Love love love those 2 happy songs!!
    Will Marvin buy bling with his bank?

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  5. Oooo, yes. Songs and memories. Let’s see where shall I start?
    Back in Black by AC/DC as well as the Private Idaho from the B-52’s. First records, not cds, I bought.
    We’ve Got the Beat by the Go Go’s. High School memories.
    Everything I hear from Eddie Money makes me think of Hulk. Still.
    Tainted Love – mmm..best friend’s favorite song.
    Desperado – love angst song that my husband would comment about the other girl. I won. woot!
    I could go on and on but I won’t. I expect Joann will have a boat load of songs with memories.

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  6. That’s the kind of impression I like to make! Yes I am the same person. Please do not use that blood in the lasagna recipe. That would be way worse than nuking hot dogs for guests.
    My husband starting taking a fanny pack to the gym with us a while ago because I have a really great track record of leaving my possessions everywhere. He would carry all of our stuff (we worked out with another couple, and no we are not swingers). The fanny pack broke right before Christmas, so I asked him if he wanted a new one for Christmas. You would not BELIEVE how offended he was. “NO I don’t want a fanny pack as a present!” “Why not?” “Katie, that is the lamest present ever. Like, oh look, I bought you Clorox wipes as a Christmas present because I noticed you were out. Come on.”

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  7. Yep…
    Tempted-TOTALLY a freshman year song
    Against All Odds-making out with my high school girlfriend behind a bank on State Street
    Rock n Roll, Part II-Gears games
    Moving In Stereo-Phoebe Cates’ boobs
    I’m not sure how comfortable I am with you two thinking of me…

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  8. Am totally trying to picture which bank on State Street, but I can no longer clearly picture State Street. I know it bugs you that streets are not clear to me there anymore. State Street. Is that where Bill Knapps was?

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  9. First Album was a gift for my 13th birthday – KISS Destroyer
    First Concert at 14 was – The Doobie Brothers
    David Gilmour’s – There’s No Way Out of Here, was my audition song sophomore year for school modern dance company
    Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams, was our favorite dance song in the 80s

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  10. Yes. This may be a different bank now; but it was almost directly across from Bill Knapps.

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  11. Anything by Styx reminds me of Jr. High and High School. My best friend (still!) was *in love* with Tommy Shaw. I can sing EVERY song.
    Billy Squire–same time frame. I was a member of his fan club. How lame is that? But, I still love him.
    Madonna/Prince/Duran Duran: Stag dances, and Rock and Bowl.
    The song Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey is still one of my favorites, but I always think of the Solid Gold Dancers when I hear it because it was on the show Solid Gold that I heard it first.
    The problem with this is I still listen to the same favorites that I listened to then. The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Journey, Bon Jovi…. I guess I am stuck in a rut.

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  12. Rock Me, Amadeus by Falco – the disco in France when I was there for school in the summer of ’81. My psycho boyfriend at the time drove from Switzerland (where he was from) to France and distracted me so much that I got the first bad grades of my life! This guy was an idiot, but at least he was an interesting idiot. Spoke 7 languages and was VERY European. His father was Hungarian and his mother was Swiss and they were the most dysfunctional humans I had ever met! In any case, after school was over, psycho boyfriend, Alex, drove me all over France, Belgium, Germany and Switzerland. I got to see a lot of Europe, so it was worth putting up with his psycho-ness!
    Lookit that, how one song brings back this flood of memories!
    Love that Lenny Kravitz song. Must add to iPod.

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  13. Ok, I am trying to come up with a short list of fabulous songs because my brain has gone into overdrive and I don’t want to put that list of thousands out there.
    But, most importantly! The photo of you and your parents? Why is it that you think YOUR hair is so big? Their hair is much puffier. If I were you and I was having one of those “Oh my hair is so big and fluffy” days, I would pull out that picture and calm myself right down. I mean no offense to your parentals, I happen to like curly hair (haven’t had much choice in the matter since I have sported unruly hair all my days).

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  14. Boston-More Than a Feeling- A make out with a senior while I was a freshman. I was sooo cool…and really it was gross, and I don’t like remembering how desperate I was to be cool.
    Boston/Kansas/The Cars-ANYTHING by any of them. Fun summers in high school that may/or may not have involved alcohol and other substances.
    June- where you trying to do the O-H-I-O with Stonehenge?
    BILL KNAPPS! Chocolate cake and the discount percentage on your birthday for how old you were. Grandpa at 86 ~ bwahahaha!

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  15. I’m just curious why Megsie couldn’t be a member of Billy Squier’s fan club?

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  16. Rock Lobster by The B52s from high school when Evelyn, Heather and I sneaked into a frat party at UofR to pick up cute college boys.
    Rock the Casbah by The Clash – totally freshman year of college and Jaqui Onassis by The Dead Kennedys. My friend Richard would steal my black pants, sew see-through plastic strips up the sides and fill them with crawling plastic army men and glitter. Then we’d get his boyfriend’s monkey, food color dye it like my hair and take it dancing at The Fife and Drum club where the boyfriend DJ’d. We called it The Knife and Bum Club. The drag queens! The punks! The monkey!
    Good times.
    Oh! And anything by the Ramones, but my playlist in grad school was more like June’s list in the post. Tempted is on my Shuffle.

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  17. Rock Lobster by The B52s from high school when Evelyn, Heather and I sneaked into a frat party at UofR to pick up cute college boys.
    Rock the Casbah by The Clash – totally freshman year of college and Jaqui Onassis by The Dead Kennedys. My friend Richard would steal my black pants, sew see-through plastic strips up the sides and fill them with crawling plastic army men and glitter. Then we’d get his boyfriend’s monkey, food color dye it like my hair and take it dancing at The Fife and Drum club where the boyfriend DJ’d. We called it The Knife and Bum Club. The drag queens! The punks! The monkey!
    Good times.
    Oh! And anything by the Ramones, but my playlist in grad school was more like June’s list in the post. Tempted is on my Shuffle.

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  18. Rock Lobster by The B52s from high school when Evelyn, Heather and I sneaked into a frat party at UofR to pick up cute college boys.
    Rock the Casbah by The Clash – totally freshman year of college and Jaqui Onassis by The Dead Kennedys. My friend Richard would steal my black pants, sew see-through plastic strips up the sides and fill them with crawling plastic army men and glitter. Then we’d get his boyfriend’s monkey, food color dye it like my hair and take it dancing at The Fife and Drum club where the boyfriend DJ’d. We called it The Knife and Bum Club. The drag queens! The punks! The monkey!
    Good times.
    Oh! And anything by the Ramones, but my playlist in grad school was more like June’s list in the post. Tempted is on my Shuffle.

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  19. If Junie knows what the “O-HI-O” thing is, I will vote Democrat the rest of my life!

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  20. Sorry Megsie girl, you’re on your on your own when it comes to his fan club. I just wondered why June said you were NOT.

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  21. When it was raining yesterday, I was getting all down with Earth, Wind and Fire. Just like it was 1975. Your college fro was great, I had big hair then too, didn’t everyone.

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  22. Umm..I was part of the Mary-Kate and Ashley Club. But they were the same age as me, so I wasn’t worshiping the cracked-out Mary-Kate and Ashley. I had a pen pal from there.
    I think their biggest hit that I loved was Ida Know. It was a song they did about blaming all the stuff they were doing wrong on someone named Ida. Typing this is making me a little depressed.

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  23. First 78 was ‘Sugar’ by The Archies. I played the hell out of it on my orange portable phonograph.
    First concert was The Eagles. Boz Scaggs and Fleetwood Mac were the opening bands. Traffic leaving the concert was backed up for miles. My dad called the state police because I was home late.
    First college concert was the Talking Heads. They played in the Ag arena, it had a dirt floor. The next morning I met Tina Weymouth’s mom & dad at the farm stand where I worked. I complimented their awesome Heads jackets. They bragged on their kids and told me they toured with the band. Cool!
    Any song from the Erasure Abba album reminds me of my courtin’ days with my honey.

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  24. Yellow Submarine and Ruby in the Sky with Diamonds reeminds me of you. We would be driving in the car and those songs would come on the radio–not at the same time. I would turn the radio up real loud and you would sing along.

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  25. Autie M…Lucy in the sky with diamonds… evidently did a little too much acid in the ’60s.

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  26. Dude. Mary-Kate and Ashley fan club right here. I think we’re the young ones, 12.
    When I think of high school, I think of Vaness Carlton, Goo Goo Dolls, Third Eye Blind…. also Eminem and ICP. Strange, I know. Eminem was middle school also. And Riverdance. And Smashmouth, or was that highschool? OH, and I LOVED Limp Bizkit!
    I really am a strange duck, aren’t I.

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  27. Oh thank goodness. I was just thinking, “Wouldn’t it be funny if she were my pen pal” and your name is Laura. Which is creepy, because that was my pen pal’s name. Last name Schmidt? I may faint here and now.
    Eminem was also middle school for me. As well as Missy Elliott. Because I was a good kid. High school was Jimmy Eat World.

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  28. When I was 13 years old I was on my junior high’s dance squad. We were practicing in a local park really early one morning without a chaperone (about 20 thirteen to fifteen year old girls) when some guy came out of the woods and flashed us. We were warming up to UB40’s cover of “Red, Red Wine” when it happened. Whenever I hear that song I think of that creepy flasher guy and all us girls giggling uncontrollably.
    When the park ranger interviewed us about the incident he asked us what the guy looked like. After a long silence one of the older girls said, “We weren’t exactly looking at his face,” which was by far the most scandalous thing I had ever heard anyone say.
    June, after I left that job in LA it took me a while adjust to not having free chocolate all the time. It’s amazing to me that during the 6 months I worked there I ate chocolate every day and actually lost 10lbs. I have no idea how that happened but it was magical.

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  29. Joanie (and Spotte who hates it when I dance around the house - and that's the only dancing I get to do lately) says:

    OH, GOD!! Earth, Wind and Fire – LOVED them and loved to dance to them.
    Fire by the Ohio Players THE best ’70s song and oh, yes
    “The Entertainer” by who knows who (it was a song in the movie The Sting) because it was always playing I was in college and we were driving to Cape Cod to party

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  30. Anything by Moody Blues takes me back to college days. I wore the grooves off of Seventh Sojourn on my (ahem) record player. Pink Floyd (Dark Side of the Moon), Grateful Dead (Workingman’s Dead), Elton John….yes, I am old.
    And speaking of the Beatles, my Christmas present to my husband was The Beatles Mono Box Set, which he played continuously for months (we’re still in the CD generation and don’t own Ipods). My 9-year-ols son’s music teacher was terribly impressed that he knew all the words to “Hey Jude”.

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  31. Does Talu and Henry call their grandparents, ol fuzz hed, too?

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  32. Well today is clearly my String Cheese Day and I can’t play. I have no recall for music. Oh, I’ll recognize something if I hear it and it may have a memory attached but I can’t dredge anything up on my own. My husband is like you guys: can name any song, any artist, tell you the year and what the drummer’s dog’s name was. Admirable, but somewhat annoying.
    Also, just from skimming the songs you guys listed? I YAM OLD.
    I did agree with Lisa Pie on the hair thing, though.
    OH wait! Whenever I hear Happy Birthday, I remember cake. Does that count?

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  33. Well today is clearly my String Cheese Day and I can’t play. I have no recall for music. Oh, I’ll recognize something if I hear it and it may have a memory attached but I can’t dredge anything up on my own. My husband is like you guys: can name any song, any artist, tell you the year and what the drummer’s dog’s name was. Admirable, but somewhat annoying.
    Also, just from skimming the songs you guys listed? I YAM OLD.
    I did agree with Lisa Pie on the hair thing, though.
    OH wait! Whenever I hear Happy Birthday, I remember cake. Does that count?

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  34. Well today is clearly my String Cheese Day and I can’t play. I have no recall for music. Oh, I’ll recognize something if I hear it and it may have a memory attached but I can’t dredge anything up on my own. My husband is like you guys: can name any song, any artist, tell you the year and what the drummer’s dog’s name was. Admirable, but somewhat annoying.
    Also, just from skimming the songs you guys listed? I YAM OLD.
    I did agree with Lisa Pie on the hair thing, though.
    OH wait! Whenever I hear Happy Birthday, I remember cake. Does that count?

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  35. OMG!!!!!!!!!! Spritz Forte!!!!Hello?? bartending stories, PLEASE!!!
    Bruce Springsteen/The Stones bouncing on our dorm mattresses singing out the window of the 10th floor.

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  36. “Bye, Bye” by Jodie Mesina takes me back to HS graduation and going away to college. I only went to that college b/c my first REAL boyfriend attended that school. We were in love and going to get married. I was so sure of it!! And when that relationship ended a month later (and I was still stuck at that god-awful school) I would blast “Bye-Bye” all the time. I was certain that was the biggest heart break of all time … oh … how foolish I was …
    “Red, Red Wine” takes me back to my parents’ car, being dragged to swim practice. That was a SCANDALOUS song for my Christian parents but my mom still let me listen to it. She liked it too. (I was in 4th grade.) And “Kokomo” was the same time but that song reminds of being at an away swim meet and the man of my dreams – Ryan Safford – the swimmer with the big butt – who was my “boyfriend”, almost kissing me in the elevator while that song was playing. It would have been my first kiss! Instead, I had a TERRIBLE first kiss a few later. Sigh …
    And what IS hanging on your waist/hips in that last picture? I love your college pic!!!

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  37. Oh my GAWD! I can’t believe I’m tardy to this party about music, y’all! Freaking kids and dental appointments and stupid life that takes me away from blogging!
    First of all June, your parents are fantabulous! Oh, they are just grand. I love their hair so much I wish they had been my parents!
    And if there is one thing you cannot take away from me, it is my satellite radio. I love how everyone here, well almost everyone, is from the same generation and has the same songs of memory. No offense young uns. I love the music of today. My fave station is the alternative channel. No one is allowed to touch my radio in my car.
    My list is vast, (of course) and eclectic:
    I’ll start with an oldie.
    Van Morrison’s “Tubelo Honey”. A song before my generation, but my boyfriend was a Van Morrison freak and he used to sing me this song all the time. Such a beauty of a song.
    The Emotions, “Best Of My Love”. Don’t hold this against me, folks, but I was a high school cheerleader and I had this little spotlight dance to this song and every time I hear it, I just get that high schooly feeling.
    “Planet Claire” by the B-52’s because I had a convertible and I used to blast this tune as I drove around thinking I was the schizz.
    “Freebird” because I grew up in the South and no Friday night was complete without a drive in the car with your beer, singing along with your tape deck and all your friends to this anthem.
    “Stand by Me-Train in Vain” by the King of the World, Joe Strummer and his band The Clash because there is nothing else like it. Those days of punk music were so fantastic. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone yet compete with the music of that genre in those days.
    Talking Heads because we never missed a concert and we would stand in our seats, dancing as the sweat poured off of us.
    Anything by The Boss because he represented my day.
    And Pearl Jam? Dear Lord, to this day I just look at that Eddie Vedder and melt like molten lava.
    “Europa” by Santana-My husband and my’s song. It was our wedding dance song.
    And then of course, there is My Barry Gibb, Bono and his boys.
    Everything in their repertoire reminds me of the stages of my life, but the most beautiful of their music has got to be from their Joshua Tree album. I actually wept the first time I heard, “Where The Streets Have No Name.”
    I could go on and on and on and on with my crased love of music, but for now that’ll have to do. I can’t BELIEVE I’m so late to this one.

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  38. I was so messed up, nearly all songs from the 70’s and 80’s are depressing. Loved the 90’s though. Alternative. Good times. It’s sucked again the last 10 years.

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  39. Oh my god…Jack and Diane… I went through a training class where 2 of the particpants were named, Jsck and Diane. It was in San Francisico, 1992,…oh my, oh my… in the lobby of the hotel they had a really large bowl filled with fortune cookies. We ate all of the fortune cookies … with each one as it was read, we commented (actually exclaimed) “between the sheets”, you know
    “you will never be the last in line, you will always excel! ….betweeen the sheets”, and I kept all the fortunes, I have a celedon jar filled with hundreds of fortunes. Any way, out partying that night…Jack and Diane the classmates… the song…oh gosh…
    Auntie M…I’m with you..Maybe it was
    Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
    Who could hang a name on you?
    When you change with every new day
    Still I’m gonna miss you

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  40. “New Year’s Day” by U2 will always make me think of being in high school and staying up all night long on the weekends watching Night Tracks on TBS waiting for that video to come on. That song changed my taste in music.
    Seal’s “Crazy” was huge the summer I moved out to Seattle. Much like June, I decided to leave Michigan for a place where I had never been and knew no one. That song was on the radio all the way across the country. I especially remember one early morning driving across Minnesota when the atmospheric conditions were such that my car radio was picking up a Las Vegas station, and the blast furnace heat across South Dakota in my little unairconditioned car. If it had been any hotter I think my sister and I would have had to drive at night and sleep during the day.
    Finally, “These Are Days” by 10,000 Maniacs will forever remind me of the 1993 LGBT March on Washington. The Seattle Queer Nation group arranged with the DC group for places to stay. So I slept on an air mattress on the floor of where this skinny long-haired gay guy lived. And by “air mattress” I do not mean one of those air beds, I mean an actual pool toy air mattress. Anyway, he said I could use his stereo and 10,000 Maniacs was one of the few areas where our taste overlapped. That song, in particular, was perfect because that event was utterly unlike anything I experienced before or since. I can’t compare it to anything. It was beautiful and amazing. I’ll always regret not taking a camera with me.

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  41. From your oldest reader:
    “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” — was playing in the gym as I was being a tour guide for a student teacher whose dad was a Rhodes Scholar (and I didn’t know what that was and there was no net waaaaaaaaaay back then).
    “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” — many a sweet night at college
    “Blessed Assurance” — sitting on the front pew as a tyke while my mother sang in the choir
    “Heard it Through the Grapevine” — hubby heard it in the middle of the jungle from another grunt’s radio
    “Georgia on my Mind”— Ray came to campus!
    SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many: CCR, Eagles and more— we had the BEST music, bar none.
    And now I like some bluegrass! Not met much music I don’t like! sorry for rambling!! Just listened to “Snoopy and the Red Baron” on youtube…LOL

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  42. Have any of you heard a clip of the new song by Countess LuAnn de Lesseps (from Real Housewives of New York) called “Money Can’t Buy You Class”? If not then you must all google it. Ohmygoodness. It will always reminding me of cringing in horror on my couch.

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  43. Told you Joann would have this big list! That girl loves her some songs. And I just want to know, who in the h.e.l.l. wouldn’t want to turn back time and be fast forever friends with Furry? Dyed Monkey? Girl.

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  44. June spent a summer in London. A guy serenaded her. I believe we need to hear more.

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  45. Dee, how about:
    Bridge Over Troubled Water
    I’ve Looked at Life from Both Sides Now
    Puff the Magic Dragon
    Abraham, Martin & John
    Blowin’ in the Wind
    Purple People Eater
    California Dreamin’
    Sugar Shack
    59th Street Bridge Song
    I Am a Rock
    Sound of Silence
    ah, the memories

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  46. The one song that takes me back more than any other is Brandy. Yeah your a fine girl, what a good wife you would be, but my life my lover my lady is the sea….
    Maybe that is why I’m addicted to Deadliest Catch and think Captain Phil was just the bomb. RIP Phil.

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  47. Black is an awesome song. So is Jealous Guy. Love the picture of the folks.
    Gladys: I’m hooked on Deadliest Catch too. I had a chance to see Phil last year at a casino here and didn’t go. I could kick myself.

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  48. June, I know. I’m kicking myself that we didn’t hang out at all while you lived out here. Well someday when you move back, we will.

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  49. First of all, I totally nodded out loud when I read your sentence regarding jobs. I’m about to graduated with my Bachelor’s (which, for some reason, does seem to have an appropriate apostrophe in it. I have checked) and yeah… jobs? What are those? I can’t even get an interview for the things I’m well qualified for; it’s so depressing.
    Second of all, regarding the 70’s vs ’70s… I went to my university’s writing lab and there was a tutor there who swears that she has seen it acceptably written as 70’s. I argued with her a little bit because I just could not see a common situation where it would be acceptable. Crazy people. (And this is a state school, not a fly-by-the-night-get-tuition-rich in this bad economy school.)
    Lastly… I almost prefer not to think of songs that would transport me back to my youth because I grew up in a time when music was CRAP. Grunge had entered the scene and I was not into that noise at all. So I hated all the songs I heard all the time on the radio. In Jr High it was stuff like New Kids on the Block and Milli Vanilli which I also hated. In high school it was grunge hitting CO, and bands like Offspring, Radiohead and whatever. *barf*
    Oh, and Ace of Base. And Cranberries. Alanis Morrisette was okay, but highly overplayed. I shall digress. I was not a very happy camper.
    To survive I just kept listening to my classic rock and other stuff I liked.

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  50. Probably built at the same time as those houses. I lived about three blocks from the fairgrounds. I could hear people screaming on the rides at night during the fair, and you could see our house from the double-ferris wheel.

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