my dream of Debbie Boone, a nightmare premonition

[theholyinnocent]

Thanks to fialka for mentioning this. There are so few good places to hear new music nowadays that is not corporate-controlled bullshit. Internets, our nation turns it lonely ears to you. Woo woo woo. Drunk dial your congressperson NOW! Throw a fit, throw a brick, something. Do not go gently into the nightmare.

{Yes, I did have a dream about Debbie Boone recently where she had big crazy-poofy 80s hair and was singing in a lounge...I'd like to blame all this fuss about the Dirty Dancing re-release triggering long dormant and repressed memories of the 80s and of "You Light Up My Life," a song whose cultural repercussions were long and lingering in the hinterlands where I grew up, so much so that adastranot and I chose the song at our faux commitment ceremony in Hackensack in 1984. We were young, we were foolish, we had ice sculptures of our vaginas made and they were stuffed with frozen Snickers bars.}

ETA: Okay, I just noticed all my YouTube videos here are...gone. WTF?

Comments

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

The Hospital has decided to block our use of YouTube. Whatever shall I do during the hours between my Mimosa and my Cosmo?

[stargazer1960.livejournal.com]

We were young, we were foolish, we had ice sculptures of our vaginas made and they were stuffed with frozen Snickers bars.
Um, ouch! Those peanuts can be deadly.

[badtyler.livejournal.com]

Drunk dial your congressperson

I will gladly give it a try... although, last time, he was expecting phone sex.

:)
Ah, the re-release of Dirty Dancing!

Nobody puts Tyler in the corner!

*g*