Woah, flashback

[charliesmum]

I just put on iTunes radio and tuned into one of the 80's things, and this Duran Duran song called The Chauffeur is on, and I have not heard this in ages, and I loved this song when I used to listen to it on my stero in room back in the day*, and suddenly I'm feeling like I'm 15 again. Weird.

What an odd song to turn up out of nowhere. Yet another song to add to the list of things I need to get one of these days when I'm not feeling so skint.



*of course, it's missing the little pops and crackles that symbolise a well used vinyl record on a turntable

Comments

[nam-jai.livejournal.com]

For the life of me, I can't remember how that song goes, even when I googled the lyrics, but I do remember how much I lovedlovedloved it! It may have been my favorite on that album, except for maybe "Save a Prayer." (What was in those songs' favor, for being my favorites, was that neither was played to death on Top 40 radio.)

[charliesmum.livejournal.com]

OMG! Save a Prayer! My best friend's mother took away that album because of that song! Specifically the line 'some people call it a one night stand, but we can call it paradise'.

Her mother was, well, strict.

Totally agree about the noto being played to death.

The Chauffeur song was always mildy erotic, I felt. I wish I had it. If I ever get an MP3 version of it I shall send it to you.

[nam-jai.livejournal.com]

My parents were more worried about the videos on MTV corrupting me -- I don't think they were paying too much attention to the lyrics of the music in my record collection. And I'm sure I listened to more racy things than "Save a Prayer."

Actually, I think their biggest concern was that I was utterly obsessed with music. They wanted me to have interests that involved less headphones and hiding out in my room and hanging out with my weird, similarly music-obsessed best friend. And now looking back on it, on how tame a teenager I was (no drinking, no drugs), and how harmless my so-called "bad influence" best friend was ... it's just funny that this was their big problem with me!

[wolfma.livejournal.com]

I was lucky in the fact that my parents couldn't understand the lyrics to the songs we listened to, otherwise our listening would have been much more restricted than it was.

That's a consolation for having very old-fashioned parents.

How restrictive were they? They wouldn't let me watch James Bond because they didn't like how he acted with women-or Xanadu because they didn't like that tiger-striped outfit Olivia Newton John wore.