Mama Kat has doled out some perfect writing prompts, and this week has been a fun one to think about!
“What was your favorite song when you were 16 years old… is it still a favorite?”
1989 was an awesome year for music, so many groups, so many genres, so much talent. Since I can’t choose all of my favorites, I’ll tell you what happens when I hear this song…
It’s like I’m spinning around in a circle, and my life is twirling, whirling around me. I can see flicks of time as images blur and then sharpen in my sight. I am alive!
I am young…
I am free…
I am tiny and sassy and headstrong…
I am tender…
I am searching for the perfect man…
I am studying hard in school…
I’m working…
I am in band and choir and drama and I’m having fun…
I get my driver’s license and the first place I drive myself is to the County Fair.
There’s a boy there, and I think he’s cute.
He’s the lifeguard at the pool. The blonde, tan, surfer type, who seems to be a dead ringer for Jeff Spicoli.
I chase him around all summer, to find out that he isn’t the settling down kind of guy.
Football season starts, and I am in the marching band.
I meet another guy, who I fall madly in love with.
He is smart and sweet and kind and chivalrous.
I don’t know what he sees in me, but I am enamoured.
He is the first boy to take me on a date, the first “real” boyfriend I ever have.
He is gentle and generous. He is respectful and kind.
I need more excitement. I need someone more challenging.
We break up.
I get another boyfriend, who drives a red Chevy S-10 with a broken mirror.
He drives me to the movie “Rainman”, and on the way, this song comes on the radio. We’re holding hands. He’s the challenge I’ve been looking for.
Every time this song comes on the radio, I think of him, and my heart skips, I feel all warm inside.
I think this is going to work, I know he loves me. I just know it.
Oh, but he doesn’t love me.
The relationship doesn’t last.
But this song lasts.
This song has left an indelible mark on my memory.
Those first notes, bluesy and bitter, dancing lightly across the keyboard, remind me that I was never lost in anyone’s eyes…
I was simply lost.
It’s still a great song, how powerful is it that a young lady composed this? That was one of the main reasons that I loved Debbie Gibson… she could compose and feel like a teenager!
I also loved her funky style and her voice.
I don’t know that it is my favorite song… I love music too much to have one favorite.
Oh, and love? I’ve got the best one in the world!
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