Music…

Eye in the Sky

Eye in the Sky

The Alan Parsons Project
and Words

Don′t think sorry’s easily said

Don′t try, turnin’ tables instead
You’ve taken lots of chances before
But I ain′t gonna give anymore

Don′t ask me
That’s how it goes
′Cause part of me knows what you’re thinkin′

Don’t say words you′re gonna regret

Don’t let the fire rush to your head
I’ve heard the accusation before
And I ain′t gonna take any more

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I discovered a considerable amount of music during high school.  In many ways, this time in my life was magical.  The radio became a way to listen to music for free.  For the low, one-time cost of a transistor radio, we got unlimited music, and new music at that.  My musical taste centers mostly around hard rock.  In many ways, my journey first started with Def Leppard.  My fascination easily extended to other hard rock bands.

Of course, there were exceptions.  An occasional soft-rock song piqued my interest.  As I entered high school, The Alan Parsons Project’s ‘Eye in the Sky’ dominated the airwaves.  Initially, it didn’t receive my attention, but eventually it won me over.  Many songs play soft-toned music.  The human voices sounded more like dialogue than lyrics.  However, it contained something intriguing.

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Music…

Cruel Summer

Bananarama

Bananarama
and Words

Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are sayin′ (what did they say?)
Things I can’t understand
It′s too close for comfort, this heat has got right out of hand

It’s a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer
Leavin’ me here on my own
It′s a cruel, (it′s a cruel) cruel summer
Now you’re gone

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


My sisters and I spent the summer of 1984 watching a movie several times.  They released The Karate Kid in the middle of that summer.  There was a movie theater that showed midnight movies about five miles from our house on Oakland Park Boulevard and 441.  While it was summer, getting out of the movie theater at close to 2 am was fairly common for us.  We were a collection of night owls.

I don’t remember precisely why we continued to pick that particular showing.  We held restaurant jobs where we often worked until 9 pm; that may have been one reason.  It might’ve been the discounted ticket prices at midnight, though I honestly don’t remember how much they were.  I nostalgically remember watching that movie several times in the theater.

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