Tagged again!!

My friend Cathy tagged me... well, a long, long time ago. With my tragic week, (that just got WORSE, btw!) I didn't fulfill my tagged obligations.

Plus, this tag is about music... I have a hard time admitting my musical tastes, I think because most of my friends are very musically talented, some have bands, and play covers of other cool bands like Blue Squashed Eyeballs*, and Daddy Rapist Teacher*, and The Mullett Balls*. So generally, I hate to admit that the CD in my player right now is Sara Evans ("Too country!! Too bubblegum!! What the hell is wrong with you!!") and the only reason she is in there is because I took out The Eagles Greatest Hits because it was skipping. ("Ohmygod, tell me you really are joking. Not the Eagles. It is like you are trying to be cool, and yet failing miserably.")

I am a musical dork. I admit it. And the odd thing is that I feel a tiny bit embarrassed about this blog. So I am making myself post it. HA!! It is Therapy for Dorks.

Instead of doing my REAL, current playlist, I will list the Playlist of my Past.

Cyndi Lauper, She's So Unusual - my very first tape. I got it for Christmas when I was in the fifth grade, the same year I got my Jambox. This maybe the primitive reason that my music tastes are so horrid. Kind of like a baby who is not comforted when she cries, and comes to learn that there is no one that loves her. I cried out for soul touching music at a tender age, and I got Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, and Money Changes Everythang. And She Bop.
For the record, I asked for Madonna's Like a Virgin, but my parents thought it was too "racy" for a 12 year old.

That's What Friends Are For, Dionne and Friends - Our sixth grade graduation song. In the sixth grade, I had three best friends, who I thought were the sun and the moon and the... umm... earth. Whatever. Becky, Laura, April** and I were inseparable. Except that April was moving away after graduation and would not be around for seventh grade with us. It was the first crack in our friendship. In seventh grade came changes that would tear us all apart for eternity. Sad but true. But remembering all of us crying over TWFAF at graduation like the world was coming to an end will always be a fairly vivid childhood memory.

Girl, I'm Gonna Miss You, Milli Vanilli - Forgive me. It was the Eighties. I was young, and impressionable. I was 15. I had my first kiss to this song. It was also this song that that same boy called in and dedicated to me on Rick's Love Match show on Z0098 FM. The day before my parents moved me to Seattle. I cried. I played the entire MV tape continuously on the 5 day drive to Seattle and cried. My parents threatened to kill me if they had to hear it again. So I put on headphones and sang it, just loudly enough to irritate them, as I cried.

The trip has survived in infamy. It was very Lampoons Vacation. You know, "Look kids! Big Ben!! The parliament!!" Except in our car, it was "Look kids, Devils Tower!! Butte Montana!! See Our Lady of the Rockies??" and I stayed in the car, crying "I don't care!! My life is over!!!"

And now I have a melodramatic daughter just like me... the cycle continues.

Nothing Compares 2 u, Sinead O' Connor - It was a big song, and I lived in Seattle.

Friends, Michael W. Smith - Actually, I am not a huge fan of this song. However, my best friend Tasha was coerced into singing this song at every single high school function that we had. Mother/Daughter Banquets? Did it. Many years, in fact. Homecoming, done. Weddings? yep. If it were an occasion for high schoolers to put on nice clothes and meet, you can damn well be assured that Tasha would be up there in her modest dress and scarf, and belt out that song like the good Christian girl that she lead us all to believe that she was.

I have teased her mercilessly for many years over this song. (and she IS singing it at my funeral, in between throwing herself on my casket in heartbreak.) She said that before one event, she mentioned that she was thinking of singing something else, and the group that she was standing with nearly fell down in horror. Why, why would she want to sing ANYTHING ELSE?? A friends a friend forever if the Lord's the lord of them, correct??

Does He Love You?, Reba McIntire and Linda Davis - Tasha really can sing. In fact, she is trying to get a fun band together just to play a weekend every now and again. I, on the other hand, can most certainly NOT sing. However, this did not stop me from singing a duet with her at top volume every time this song came on the radio. We each had our parts, and I have no doubts that if it came on the radio right now and she were here beside me, we would not miss a beat.

Alanis Morissette, Jagged Little Pill - Ok. I know it is a complete cliche, and that I should be above all of this, but I still love this CD. So there.

Keeper of the Stars, Tracy Byrd - Marty and I played this cheesy love song at our wedding. I was 21, and thought it would be sweet. People should not get married until they have had time to actually form some sort of taste. Not that there is anything wrong with the song, but if I had it to do over, I would not play it at my wedding. The odd thing is that the only time Marty and I ever hear it on the radio now is if we have had a huge fight.

Old Hippy, The Bellamy Brothers - This is one of those songs that I can remember hearing my whole life. Mostly because my parents and their friends were all stoners and they adapted it as kind of their anthem. Back before we had a bevy of children, Marty and I used to get together with Brent and Tasha and get drunk and play cards. For some reason, every time I started losing, I would start obnoxiously singing this song. From start to finish. Over and over.

We haven't played cards in a really long time. I blame it on all the children. I will not admit that The Bellamy Brothers had anything to do with it.

Matchbox 20, Yourself or Someone Like You - I can also still listen to this cd from start to finish. It is one of the few CD's that Marty and I both like. The ONLY song that I have ever sang Karaoke to was "3am"... I could probably safely change that to the "only song I will EVER sing Karaoke to"... Karaoke, for me, = heart attack. I love watching other people do it, but will not partake again. Ever.

Green Eyes, Jody Evans - So most of you have never heard of Jody, unless you have been friends with me for awhile, or have a secret love of Country Music Talent shows. It is safe to suggest that even if you have heard of him, you have not heard this song. (except for you, my friend Julie!) Back when Jody was just a dorky gas station attendant, and I was a newly married gas station attendant, we used to have a huge group of friends that would get together every possible weekend and get drunk. I look back on these days as some of the most fun, carefree days of my life. Whenever Jody came to the parties with us, he always had his guitar. All of us girls would get trashed and crowd around Jody and implore him to sing Green Eyes. He would try to distract us with some other tune, but generally we weren't that drunk. We would not stop until he played it and then we would all get teary eyed and tell him how great he was.

Delaney Talks to Statues - Jimmy Buffett - My husband is a parrothead. Name me a Buffett song, ANY Buffett song, no matter how obscure, and I promise you I can sing 90% of the lyrics without any major screwups. So really, any Buffett brings back memories of Marty and I riding in his crapper truck late at night, talking about our future, or even just us hanging out in the house. But we named our daughter after this song. If there are any dads out there that has not heard this song, at least do me a favor and google the lyrics.

Remember When, Alan Jackson - I had massive, massive hormone overload when I was pregnant with Colby. I blame it on growing his penis. Women are not meant to grow peni. This song was huge when I was pregnant with him, and it tore me up. There was more than one occasion where it would come on the radio and I would start crying... and I don't mean silently weeping either. I mean, wailing, unable-to-continue-driving sobs. Marty thought it was hysterical. I was a kind of Pavlov's dog. All I had to hear was the opening notes and it was over.

On one occasion, we were on our way to the doctor for a checkup and I am doing my sobbing, and when I was finished, Marty asked, "What the hell is it about that song??" and I said, "Because our kids are going to leave us!! They are going to grow up and LEAVE US!! Don't you GET IT??"

And being the typical male that he is, he replied, "But they aren't all even frickin BORN!! You are still incubating the second one!! Is this anything to cry about NOW???"

Men.

I am sure there are many, many more songs and albums that I could embarrass myself with, but this is the general overview. I am not going to tag anyone. I hope I still have friends left after this torture is complete.

* not real bands. Seriously, I made them up.
** sadly, I have wracked my brain for two hours and I can't remember my old best friends name. It is not April, it was something fairly exotic. Gimmie a break that was... good lord, that was 20 years ago. I was in the sixth grade in '86.