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Originally Posted by montsnmags
So, you're saying I might like her? 
Only partial credit. It misses the Tom Waits interventions, the Neil Diamond soundtrack to moving, the bedroom-plastered KISS years, the Nana Maskouri roadtrips, The Beatles weekends, the Hot Chocolate Saturday nights, the Dr. Hook Sunday mornings, the competing Quiet Riot Sunday mornings, and that was all before the Talking Heads period, when I'd come home from school to find mum shaking a denim-clad tailfeather in the kitchen to something from Little Creatures (probably the extended version of And She Was). All this intermingled with anything "current" during the journeys to Avalon. I can't listen to ELO or Meatloaf and others without thinking of sitting in the centre-backseat of the Holden Kingswood, probably 35C plus outside, 45C plus inside, and beach either on the forward or rearward horizon, depending on going or coming. Of course, there was the ever-present Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack, which probably got played more than any other album in our house during my home years.
~sigh~ Memories. Who needs them?
Cheers,
Marc |
I gotta tell you, Marc, those memories of yours seem exactly the sort of thing that should be Celebrated!! It all sounds wonderful to me.
Kaz