Giles sang it on Buffy! (Didn't he?)
In "The Yoko Factor", yes. I was about to mention that.
Hec, you should be
jealous
that JZ can't ID those songs. True story: I made it through 1996 without ever having heard the Macarena song. I was so proud! I knew it existed, obviously, but through luck and pluck, I ever heard the actual song. Then, in January 1997, I was watching some year-end wrap-up on the news. Without warning, they broadcast footage of the Democratic National Convention at which thousands of groove-impaired politicians danced to... the Macarena. Boy, was I pissed! At the same time, I could not imagine a more painfully appropriate way for my streak to end.
Personally, I think it's more wrong that you've just admitted to playing airguitar to "Freebird". . .
Well, I'm not a hypocrite. I can own up to my 70s rock past without shame. My first concert was Black Sabbath with Van Halen opening. I even saw Kansas live (pretty damn dull). Punk might've been happening, but you couldn't tell from suburban Florida.
... only for a moment but the moment's gawwwn....
All we are is dust in the wind.
Damn, where did I leave my lighter.
Um, wasn't there a cheesy 80s cover of Freebird and some other song? That's why I know it.
Um, wasn't there a cheesy 80s cover of Freebird and some other song?
And Baby I Love Your Way. But I can't remember who did it.
True story: I made it through 1996 without ever having heard the Macarena song.
I've still never heard "Toxic." A lot of times I'll hear pop songs months after everyone else is sick of them, and it's always disconcerting because they NEVER sound the way they do in my head. (Like the "Milkshake" song, which I finally heard last night? It should be slower, and Kelis has a deeper voice in my head.)
And I'm not sure if I could identify "Freebird" without hearing the "I'm as freeee as a biiiird" part, or "Money" without hearing the cash registers. I'm a bit classic rock-deficient.
So there's a virign megastore in Manhattan, that I could not help but enter. And lord help me, but they had a ten dollar sale. So I walked out with:
Tori Amos: Under the Pink
Belle & Sebastian: Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Joe Firstman: The War of Women
Tom McRae (Self-Titled)
The last one was a 23$ import I got for six bucks, which really was the deal of the purchase. And I was amused that the Joe Firstman album had a parental advisory sticker on it...I didn't even notice until I got back on the bus. He sounds a lot like the lead singer of the Counting Crows, Adam Something.