“Are you old enough?”
Christmas past Carol gave the Don a beautiful, cherished gift—a turntable. I appreciate vinyl of ALL sorts but especially the musical.
Thus equipped, we ventured out over the next several weeks (and still are) scouring Sydney and the eBays for the finest in nostalgic plastic musical reproductions.
With varying success.
Vinyl is best suited certain genres of music, and Eighties music is certainly one of them. Being children of the Eighties ourselves, it would be natural that we would start there, and so we did.
We picked up Huey Lewis (a must):
And Tom Petty (okay, a must only if you’re American like me):
And then there was this:
. . . and wow
So good and full of so many awesome rock clichés. But none can top . . .
You know it; you probably even know the words (just admit it). But have you listened to those words? Recently?
Feel the fever burning inside of me
Come on baby, do you do more than dance? . . .
Now its up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Oh, before we do, youll have to get away from you know who . . .
Go listen—now—and then you’ll know the Don and Carol experience.