I am on a nostalgic music row.
I caught a tune by Hall and Oates recently and couldn't get it out of my head. I came home and downloaded a file, hoping it contains that song in my head. It contained all their songs! All 16 albums of them. Now I can't stop listening to them and I think, Yeah, they're really good, even though one of the guys can't sing. And I would go see them if they ever come up my way, 'cause apparently, they are still touring. I bet they've been to Casino Rama.
I'm like three decades behind in music. When Hall and Oates was popular back in the 80's, I didn't care much for them. Snappy tunes, I thought, no substance. Can't even dance to their beat. Never mind that I couldn't dance and was not in the habit of going to dance parties, or that I liked Abba because they were even snappier. But they also were savvy business musicians who never pretended to produce anything but bubblegum music. And look how popular their songs are now.
Being stuck in time must run in the family. I mean, like Bro, who tries to show me how he still rocks it with John Denver when we are in his car. Or Bro Bro, whose fondest memory of a concert is still the one of Jerry Vale at the Royal York Hotel when the Royal York was an exclusive place to go. I wasn't at that concert, but I heard that even back then, there were only senior citizens in the audience. Or Sis, who made me download her favourite song one day. It is still Charlene's I've Never Been To Me, which first reached the charts in 1977.
So I have to admit that The Boy didn't inherit his musicality and rhythm from my side of the family, just his good looks and brains.
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I remember that Jerry Vale concert. We all attended. It was held at an Italian banquet hall in Woodbridge. I recall having pulled an all-nighter at work, worked through the day and then had trouble staying awake for the concert. I was really disappointed he didn't sing, "Walking My Baby Back Home".
I also remember FF wolfing down the main course in about 3 mouthfuls and telling me to liberally add salt and pepper as the roast beef was ultra bland. He was right. It was a really blah meal. The interesting part is that the seniors at out table commented at the end of the evening how it was one of the best meals they've ever had at this venue. They've attended before?!? WTF?!?
I also recall how PP filled out a ballot with my name and I kept getting mailings from this place for months afterwards. They promoted these geriatric acts, most of whom I've never heard of, offering great dinner/show packages. My only thought was, "Ladies, bring out your Depends, and get ready to throw them on stage".
I never said I've Never Been To Me is my favourite song. It's one of my Guilty Pleasure songs - you know that CBC radio program where you call in to request songs that you secretly like but are too embarrassed to admit? Only I guess it's not so much a secret anymore.
After reading your post, I looked up Streisand's Lullaby for Myself - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBBhd98pxnk - another no longer secret Guilty Pleasure.
OK. I admit it. You downloaded "I've Never Been To Me" for me. It was a hit and played often when I was working as a waiter at "Sam The Chinese Food Man" during one summer. It brings back memories of that time. The funny thing is that I don't really like the song.
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