proximoception | (no subject)

We were watching VH1's '80s one-hit wonders special today. Being married to someone my exact age means we tend to get that Proustian rush for the exact same things. It's a strange middle category that trips it: not the extraordinarily good or memorable, since those you keep on thinking about, or running into since everyone else is still thinking about them; not the totally forgettable because you, like, totally forget those; but a middle zone of rather good or otherwise fairly distinct phenomena. The '80s one that got us was "Boom boom boom / let's go back to my room!" We cracked up for five minutes but were also absurdly moved.

I wanted the feeling again so I spent hours (yes, this is a procrastination day) looking for other old songs. I found a great one, complete with video on Youtube--the song Laid by James. Hadn't heard or thought about it in 15 years, probably. Got Julie too, she almost cried. James' Laid almost made someone cry. It's a nice song, but drenched with past it's so much more. For just the one listen, though; if I buy it from iTunes and listen to it regularly it will only ever be nice.

Boom boom boom I hadn't thought about for almost 25. One of the two radio stations we listen to during the c. 20 minutes to and from school is mostly '70s-'90s pop/rock--I guess these songs were just a bit under its radar.