We've been talking love songs lately. Namely that Billy Joel song, "She's Always a Woman."Beth brought in her copy of Madonna's compilation CD from the early '90s, "The Immaculate Collection."
I've been listening to it most of the afternoon. Much like other artists who allowed fame to ruin them, it's nice to remember a time when she actually produced fun things that didn't involve a bunch of pretentious studio artists putting their own unique touch on it.
But, anyway, on this CD, track six is "Crazy for You," which is a beautiful love song that I believe was on the "Mystic Pizza" soundtrack. That takes me back. Wow.
But I've listened to this song a dozen times today. I think it's beautiful. And it's like when I listen to the song, I can see pictures of what the song's talking about in my head. I think everybody can. I think everybody's been there.
The song "Open Your Heart" ... another classic. It's another one of those unrequited "just give me a chance" kind of love songs.
If you think about it, love songs all have about the same thread -- either come back to me, don't leave me or just notice me! I'm a huge fan of "just notice me." I mean, so much of this world would find love if they just noticed what was around them. There are entire Web sites dedicated to this concept -- chance meetings, random occurrences. I love reading them. They're both fascinating and sad all at the same time.
Of course, I'm not normal.
I've been listening to a lot of 1980s radio lately thanks to my pals at XM. It makes me realize how much I hate music today. That makes me old and crotchety, I know. I'm not even in my 30s and I think about how great life would be if we all still had banana clips and jelly sandals and the legal drinking age was 18.
If I had leg warmers, I'd be all over it right now. I've said this a hundred times ... I'm sure I was born a 10-year-old. Something got mixed up in shipping and receiving and I really should have been born in 1969, not 1979. I should have been going to high school in the mid-1980s, not the mid-1990s.
But then again, if that were true, I'd be kissing 40 rather than 30, and I'm not sure if that's any better.
5 comments:
I've always preferred "Live To Tell" as my favorite Madonna song. Because it sounds like a love ballad ... but it's MUCH more. And much darker and deeper. It's a very mournful, sweet song.
Blow me, sez the 42-year-old!
You know I say that with a ton of love, hippie!
More proof that you are ahead of your time. I can't remember what else it was I was sending, but when I pack it up, I'll be sure to include those black fingerless gloves I've been holding on to for 20 years. You'll LOVE LOVE LOVE them!
Oh, that would be seven shades of awesome. I would wear those fingerless black gloves at work all day and if anybody got in my face about it, I'd challenge them to a breakdancing competition.
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