One of the highlights of my life was driving from L.A. to San Francisco in a two-car caravan just to see Flipper. They played with Pop O Pies at some dive place I don't remember the name of. Those were the days.What is it about Flipper? The lyrics? I don't think so. Their talent as musicians? Uh, no. It has to be their raw, unabashed disregard for the two that makes them completely mezmerizing. I will be hearing the lyrics of HaHaHa in my head for the rest of my life. In case you don't know the lyrics, they go like this: "ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha, ho,ho,ho,ho,ho,ho,ho, he,he,he,he,he,he,he, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha" and then there's some kind of echo effect that makes it sound like the hahahaing goes on into eternity. That must be what got me hooked.Another highlight of my life: when I had a boyfriend in a band (Dirt Clod Fight) and during an on-stage equiptment problem, the bass player started playing the bass line from Sex Bomb. If you've heard it, you already have it stuck in your head. Well, the highlight was when I got up on stage and belted out the legendary lyrics: "She's a sex bomb my baby yeah", followed by a long, blood-curdling, spine tingling SCREAM. "Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Yeah. Woo." Oh yeah, those were the days.