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[proximoception]

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.

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[thelican.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love "Laid"! It's gorgeous. It's always felt, to me, like it encapsulates that rush of time when you're so crazy about someone you can't even think what to do. ("You're driving me crazy / When are you coming home?")