(If you’re counting, and wonder what happened to Day 12, I’ll tell you what happened: Day 12 was fracking lame. A Song from a Band You Hate. Well you know what? I don’t really HATE any band. I just don’t. So I didn’t. So there.)
When I was 4, I used to love, LOVE sitting at the kitchen table, listening to 8 tracks. On the blue 8 track boombox, with a pair of sweet headphones the size of, well, my head.
My Uncle Bob kept me supplied with a nice cache of KISS, his girlfriend hooked me up with some sweet ABBA tapes.
But my favorite, the one that I wore right the hell out:
I don’t think I really looked all that closely at the cover art, thank christ. And I don’t think I really got what the lyrics were all about. But I loved it, all the same.
And to this day, I wonder how many of my ideas about relationships came directly from the melodrama belted out by a sweaty long haired dude.
I understood, at a certain point, that it was wicked cheesy.
But if I’m going on a long road trip (by myself), this is still my poison of choice.
Day 13- A Song that is a Guilty Pleasure
Bat Out of Hell – Meatloaf