Nov
9
I belted this out into my broom handle last weekend for my kids. They thought it was lame. So, I searched YouTube for a video of the artists performing it. They thought that was lamer.
I think lame-with-the-little-accent-doodad-over-the-e is the word they were looking for. Check out those gold outfits. They.Are.Awesome. If I ever become rich and famous or even just rich, I’ll make that the required uniform for everyone in my entourage. I’ll call them my Glam Fam.
I had a major crush on that singer – Johnny Contardo – in the early 80′s. He bears a striking resemblance to the boy that taught me to pop and lock. His name was Moses, and I spent the summer of my eighth year playing Special K to his Ozone, Breakin’ fans. I wish I could find him on Facebook. It’d cancel out that guy I never should have friended because he makes me remember ugly things from junior high school. (A sidenote containing advice about Facebook: If there is a person you’d be happy never to see again, do not friend them on Facebook, because chances are, you’ll see their ugly mug every damn day telling you stuff like which part of the body some quiz says they are most like when you already know IT’S THE ASS PART OF THE BODY.)
If you want to read more about music because it’s Monday, the party is here: Soccer Mom in Denial.
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I so loved them. We used to have free concerts in Central Park and they were frequent performers. Well, uh, actually, they weren’t free, but my friends and I knew where to sit and… well, good times.
My kids agree with your kids but Will and I thought this was great!
I LOVE THAT SONG!!! It reminds me of Grease. Facebook make me nuts. There are people on there that if I saw them in real life I would NEVER even speak to them, but these same people, the ones that tortured me in high school, were some of the first ones to friend request me. Weird.
I can remember watching Sha Na Na on TV with my parents. It’s one of my favorite memories.
I think we just met the official qualification for being adults: the music we enjoy is considered lame by our kids.
I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. It’s so quick and convenient, which is good if you like the people on your friends list and bad if you don’t.