It’s bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet.
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without.
Wild boys! Wild boys! The wild boys are calling, on their way back from the fire.
The Reflex, flex, flex, flex,flex
These songs echoed in our bathroom as I got ready this morning. They transported me back to several different times in my life.
-A crisp fall day in Colorado riding around Washington Park in my friend’s open-air Jeep
-Middle school days glued to MTV waiting for the newest Michael Jackson creation or racy Duran Duran video
-Parachute pants and spiked hair and flowing white shirts
-Cassette tapes and some odd, deep blue, corduroy-ish fabric in my brother’s Volvo 240DL
I wonder what my kids will remember in the future when they hear songs from their childhood/teenage years.