fun times, bad music
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If Jenna Jameson delivered your first real kiss while Mr. DJ was crankin’ Creed; if you won the lottery to the tune of Rascal Flatts; if you discovered you could fly but only when you sang a Hoobastank song, would you look back to it with love or hate?Not everyone I know has a MOGger’s taste in tunes. Truth be told, many don’t. And so it is with great misfortune that a handful of my romantic exploits have been accompanied by debatable music. (To wit: They aren’t necessarily ugly. Taste is relative, after all.)Hang on to your lederhosen, I made a list:Air Supply, Making Love Out of Nothing at All. My biggest grade school crush handed me a piece of folded paper one day. My heart leapt, I opened it and found the lyrics to this song. Like, why?Dan Hill, Sometimes When We Touch; John Waite, Missing You. Speaking of Ms. Jameson, my first girl crush, in high school, loved to sing these songs in second voice. Well, she was with the Glee Club.Rex Smith, Simply Jesse. I was 18 and wretchedly infatuated with my summer professor. It was midnight, we were creating an installation art of four beetles (Get it?), and he suddenly sang. In retrospect, how scary.When in Rome, The Promise. Boy meets girl, girl likes boy, boy likes girl’s best friend. I joined an organization just to get closer to this guy in university, and all I got was friendship and a dance, remixed.Blessid Union of Souls, Home. Same story, different best friend. We did have a whole night of dancing to New Order but, still, he got me this album as a Christmas present. I was too nice I said thank you.Eventually I wisened up and chose more wisely. Memorably, there were The Stone Roses guy, the Radiohead guy, the Rachel’s guy, the Galaxie 500 guy, and the Buena Vista Social Club guy, just to end on a redeeming note.
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