I’m in my car driving to work with the radio on and suddenly, like I was possessed, I started singing along with the radio:
Friday night, it was late
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate
And I was dreaming of the night
Would it turn out right
I tried to stop myself but I couldn’t. I kept looking around for someone to stop it but no luck. I was by myself. It was like something spilling out of my head…
How to tell you girl
I wanna build my world around you
Tell you that it’s true
I wanna make you understand
I’m talkin’ about a lifetime plan
What the hell was happening to me? How in the world did I know the words to that song. Sure, it sounded familiar as in I think I’ve heard it on Muzak while in an elevator. And it just kept happening. There was no off button.
That’s the way it began, we were hand in hand
Glenn Miller’s Band was better than before
We yelled and screamed for more
And the Porter tunes “Night and Day”
Made us dance across the room
It ended all too soon
And on the way back home
I promised you’d never be alone
I can’t remember what I ate for dinner the night before most of the time and here I was getting every word right. I started to become more at ease reasoning that it was almost impossible that I was possessed. And if I was possessed I guess singing songs I don’t know wouldn’t be so bad. As long as there wasn’t any pea soup or head rotation I should be OK…
Hurry, don’t be late
I can hardly wait
I said to myself when we’re old
We’ll go dancing in the dark
Walking through the park and reminiscing
There was a little break in the song. I looked around while I was stopped at the light. Was anyone looking? Could they tell I was totally singing my lungs out? The rear view mirror looked clear. There was a big box truck to my right and no one on my left. So far so good. Would it continue? I felt a heave…
Friday night, it was late
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate
And I was dreaming of the night
Would it turn out right
Now as the years roll on
Each time we hear our favorite song
The memories come along
Older times we’re missing
Spending the hours reminiscing
That’s right. I finished the song. Where the hell did that come from? I felt drained and exhausted. I had no idea who sang it and when it was released. I wearily walked through the front door of my office and sat down at the computer. I pulled up google and typed in part of the refrain. Reminiscing, Little River Band, 1978. I was six years old. The only thing I remember listening to in 1978 was the Grease Soundtrack over and over again. I had it on 8 track and I played it so many times that the tape broke.
Somehow this song had entered my brain and stuck like glue. What else is in there? Can I get rid of any of it to make room for more important stuff? For example, I would love to store my mother-in-law’s birthday (September ??), or be able to remember that I have to put the trash out on Monday, no Tuesday morning. At least I remember the trash day because the big hint is when I leave for work and see everyone else’s cans by the road. The mother-in-law birthday reminder is usually after the fact and the ramifications are not as pleasant as missing garbage day. It just seems like a waste of gray matter.
For those of you who had a great time Reminiscing check out the video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5RDn5Y0D_0 For those of you who feel my pain let me know!
Tags: 1978, Grease, Little River Band, music, possessed, singing, Waste of gray matter, Where the hell did that come from
