I heard a song yesterday that I haven't heard in about 15 years. Now this is the type of song my punk,industrial noise, hard rocker, alternative music fan personnae would EVER ADMIT liking because I would never hear the end of it from my friends.
You see.It was one of those sappy, formula " in love with best friends girlfriend" " why him and not me" "I could never tell her...." brain-sapping songs done one of those pretty boy bands. With terrible lyrics too boot. (BUT musically it was well written and arranged , catchy, nice piano, with a nice power chords crunch at the 2/3 part)( but GAWD did the lyrics SUCK!!!!)
And the reason I liked this song? You guessed it , kiddies. A girl. Yep, I was sure she was the one, the really and truly the ONE !!! The one that ( Insert long winded over romantised clichéd stereotypes here).
Now this the funny thing about memory is this.
I can't remember which girl it was. Seriously. I spent most of the afternoon going: " is it ....? No, not her.. Then it must be....! Hum, no. it wasn't her either. Oh Right! It was ...!! ....hum..no, she was long gone by then.....
Then I realised I sound like the absent minded wolf from Looney Tunes that kept going " Antilope?....Not antilope. Muskrat, yeah , yeah , Muskrat!!!!!!......nope not muskrat.....Water buffalo!!!!! Nope...not....."
Then I started laughing.....
Well, I guess she wasn't the one, heh?
Like i said, funny thing memories....or it could be just Alzeimers slowly settling in......except for the fact that I got the friggin song stuck in my head...ararrrgh!
