Back seat of a Pontiac

Tonight I hung out with Pony Express and Metrosexual.

We were sharing some music and chatting. Metrosexual was (sort of) stalked a few years ago by a nice young girl who made him 21 CDs of music from the 80s. 2 CDs per year plus a bonus. I am fully fascinated by this project of hers. I love a good stalking and these CDs are a world class example of the form. Truly admirable.

Unfortunately I couldn't get the music off them since they're a little scratchy and off but it was fun to listen to them and remember it all. When I was 12-14 I'd play The Tide is High and Jesse's Girl every time I went into the pizza place over the tracks from my house. Every time. We're more than 20 years on and I just realized tonight - the people in that pizza joine must have hated me.

I remember being up late one night having a sleepover, playing Trivial Pursuit, and calling in a request to the local radio station.

DJ: WERZ!

Me: Don't You Want Me?

DJ: uuhhhh, erk, ack, what?

Me: I'd like to request a song, Don't You Want Me?

and then he laughed and laughed and laughed.

I felt very risque.