I love Brass in Pocket and Kid, like there's no tomorrow.
Tara ,'First Date'
Natter .38 Special
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
1989 was not a good musical year. I found maybe 11 songs that wouldn't make me change the channel, and the only ones I'm really fond of are "Love Shack" and "Stand." But if I go back to roughly 1984-87, I find more songs I'm nostalgically fond of. I don't know if that means mid-80's music was better than late-80's, or that I was more sentimental and impressionable at 13-16 than at 18.
Oh, which reminds me, I was going to evoke pity from my LJ friendslist and try to con fic out of them.
Do! I probably won't be able to play, due to jinxing myself yesterday, though.
My dad listened to a lot of Queen, Styx, AC/DC and Zepplin when I was a kid, while my mother tended to go with crooners and the occasional musical. I remember she loved the song "A Few of My Favorite Things" and it drove me nuts. I gravitated towards my dad's side of things, though I do still enjoy the occaisional muscial.
To this day my dad and I still have similar tastes in music and will recommend a band or album to each other from time to time.
For my year, 1994 I recognize probably 90% of the songs, only like 8 of them and absolutely hate about 70 of them.
I'm a sucker. '89 has Tone Loc, FYC, Anita Baker, Bon Jovi, and for when you really need a laugh, an assload of Vanilli.
Dana, I skipped lots - how are your parents doing?
They're better, thanks. They've been able to get into the city and verify that the second story of the house is fine -- no water, no damage. We're hoping to go there en masse this weekend (my parents, me, and some of my dad's brothers) to start ripping out sheet rock and carpet. The big concern, now that the water's drained, is the mold that's growing all over everything downstairs.
My grandparents and great aunt returned to their homes yesterday. We're hoping they won't have to evacuate again because of Hurricane Rita.
Polgara, heartfelt condolences to you and your sister.
Sexual intercourse as a precipitating factor of transient global amnesia.
Okay, given that my father has had transient global amnesia, there is not enough ewww in the world.
I saw a white squirrel in Minneapolis once. And just a few weeks ago I saw a black squirrel in southern Wisconsin.
Just make sure they never come in contact.
Now I'm picturing a black squirrel and a white one, both attached to a bomb. Our hero has ten seconds to defuse the bomb.
"The black one--no the white one!!!"