Thursday, June 10, 2010
Gypsy Girl
I love it when kids get the words of songs wrong. Especially when they're as old as Pinky, because then they're really embarassed when they find out the correct words. I wish I had written some of the other ones down in the past year or so. Tonight as we cooked dinner, he was singing softly to himself, and then it got a little louder... "Don't you know that she's a gypsy girl..." It took me a minute to realize that he was attempting to sing "Jesse's Girl", that classic (ugh) Rick Springfield song from the 80's. He was mortified when I gave him the correct lyrics. And then I was mortified that I KNEW the correct lyrics. Ah, Rick Springfield...that takes me back just a few years, to a sort of double date with velodude, laggin, and her (now) hubby car-man. Alcohol was involved, and we wound up at velodude's apartment going through his music, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Ended up in an album toss onto 16th St. in Lincoln, and I'm quite sure that Mr. Springfield's album was the first to go, with good reason. Good times.
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4 comments:
Lincoln holds a lot of good memories, doesn't it?
Hmmm...Not sure how I feel about Tom owning a Rick Springfield album. He is definately a renaissance man.
Jen
Tom? Who said his name was Tom? It's velo-dude.
And I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that I married a man who owned a Rick Springfield album. But it's worked out pretty well so far.
OMG. I remember that evening but totally forgot about destroying records.
We should have an 80's reunion evening and play all the bad old stuff. :)
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