Going up? Mintoxification
June 4th 2008 13:23
My mother taught me how to vocally harmonize at age 4. I sat beside her leading the congregation in song until I left home age 19. With Vatican 2 came an influx of new songs. Some folk, pop and ultimately the Rock Mass was born. I was definitely the only girl in high school whose mum played a Fender Strat and drove a Monaro. My brother once called her usage of said guitar “Blasphemy”.
My sister and brother took a shine to that sexy beast. Lisa played in the afternoons after school and “House of the Rising Sun” could be heard three blocks away. She stood in the lounge with her shaved head, in her Catholic school uniform, the beast strapped to her. Man, if that’s not Rock’n’Roll what is?
As soon as I was of the age to be trusted with mum’s turntable I was on that baby. “Milkshake” by the Village People became my post school anthem, and I found EVITA. I memorized “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina” and became attached to the sentiment and the anti-heroine. I also got the Goodies joke.
Around this part of my existence Madonna appeared. OMG! That album fired up the pre-pubescent hormones! I started to dance, well I had to, the song was ordering me to. I have a photo of my friend and I dressed up in the layered clothes, lace, white sunglasses and hair that defied gravity. My friends and I even sang “True Blue” climbing over chairs in a hall all film clip like. I wanted to be doing what Madonna was. We were mintox. Hey, it was the eighties afterall.
In 1987 “Faith” arrived. My sister bought it and I stole it from her. I can still see gorgeous George and that other guy dancing around in there oversized t-shirts and hair. My brother was telling me “Careless Whispers” came on the car radio and he couldn’t help himself. He arrived at some traffic lights at the impending climax and well he couldn’t stop could he. He covered his face with his hand and kept singing with passion. Awesome. I love it when it takes over.
Since Michael Buble covered George Michael’s song I have found myself informing people of the composer. The song is called “Kissing a Fool” and again, an awesome climax. Not to belittle George’s rendition, it is quite something with a big band. Very different from the song that is coolly jazz catten at the end of “Faith”.
NB: Michael Buble.! Later.. We’ll call that blog “Frank called, he wants his charts back.”
Can someone teach this girl to type?
My sister and brother took a shine to that sexy beast. Lisa played in the afternoons after school and “House of the Rising Sun” could be heard three blocks away. She stood in the lounge with her shaved head, in her Catholic school uniform, the beast strapped to her. Man, if that’s not Rock’n’Roll what is?
Around this part of my existence Madonna appeared. OMG! That album fired up the pre-pubescent hormones! I started to dance, well I had to, the song was ordering me to. I have a photo of my friend and I dressed up in the layered clothes, lace, white sunglasses and hair that defied gravity. My friends and I even sang “True Blue” climbing over chairs in a hall all film clip like. I wanted to be doing what Madonna was. We were mintox. Hey, it was the eighties afterall.
In 1987 “Faith” arrived. My sister bought it and I stole it from her. I can still see gorgeous George and that other guy dancing around in there oversized t-shirts and hair. My brother was telling me “Careless Whispers” came on the car radio and he couldn’t help himself. He arrived at some traffic lights at the impending climax and well he couldn’t stop could he. He covered his face with his hand and kept singing with passion. Awesome. I love it when it takes over.
NB: Michael Buble.! Later.. We’ll call that blog “Frank called, he wants his charts back.”
Can someone teach this girl to type?
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