did i listen to pop music because i was miserable? Or was i miserable because i listened to pop music?
i was driving home from work tonight, on my way to sister #3’s house. the stevie nicks and don henley duet leather and lace came on the radio. of course i turned up ruby’s radio as far as it could go and sang along with all my heart.
i loved that song when i was a kid. and now that i think about it and do a little bit of reserach, i can clearly blame the songs of 1981-82 for my pathetic, unending romantic schmoopiness. see, all i could really listen to when i was a kid was the radio or my parents’ one simon and garfunkel album. so really, i listened to a lot of radio.
and do you realize that not only did “leather and lace” come out in 1981-82, but so did “Up Where We Belong” (Jennifer Warnes and Joe Cocker) and Lionel Richie and Diana Ross’ phenomenal “Endless Love”.
is it no wonder i’m such a messed up puppy? i blame it all on the music.