Old vehicle = old stereo. Old stereo = old music formats. Old music formats = rediscovering forgotten music from one’s youth. Ohai, Tears For Fears.
Roland Orzabal. All I’m gonna say is, any guy capable of writing the lyrics he does deserves all the panties thrown at him. Intelligent, thoughtful, interested in psychology, kind of a feminist – okay, a little goofy-looking* but y’all know I dig that – pretty eyes and great hair. Why did I not notice this when I was 16?
Oh yeah; Peter Tork, that’s why. (Why, hello again, Monkees; we got reacquainted this time last year with Davy’s passing.) Peter. Sigh. That dimple! The swingy blond hair, mischievous eyes and bright smile. And that dimple. It deserved its own show. He was in his 40s by the time I discovered the show in syndication, but I didn’t care. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that he’s much smarter than the character he played (see above re: intelligent and thoughtful) but the sweetness, I believe, is innate to both Peter the character and Peter the man. Did I mention the dimple?
Ho-oh-ohh-oh-oh-ohhoward Jones. In a word, eccentric. Odd-looking, kinda hyper, British. Just my type.
Mick Hucknall, whose voice still has power over me.
“Our” music shapes us, no matter when we take possession of it. It encodes itself into our DNA and helps make us who we are. It’s how we explain ourselves to ourselves and how we try to explain ourselves to others. But for teenage girls, good music made by cute boys has a little extra mojo. Hell, the music doesn’t even have to be good if the boy is cute enough.
And with that, I’m off to go “read it in the books, in the crannies and the nooks there are books to read!” ♪ ♥ ♫
*This is a dirty lie, and I don’t know why I told it. That man is hot as hell. We didn’t have MTV when I was a kid, and it’s a good thing because if I’d ever seen that video with him in geek glasses reading the paper in bed, I’d have done groundbreaking work in the field of celebrity stalking.