Oh. My. God.
I hit the motherlode of teen angst (or “emo” as the kiddies call it these days). The next tape was recorded on the next to last day of school (1978?) by a kid who was moving away. He did one of these for each of his friends. On it, he lovingly (and semi-depressed) presents himself singing along with and explaining the deep inner meaning of some of his favorite songs… “Bohemian Rhapsody”…reading the lyrics and comparing the ones about dying to his imminent departure…ANGST!!… “You’re My Best Friend”… “I Can’t Stand the Rain” (Eruption??)… “Baby What A Big Surprise”… “Johhny B. Goode,” “California Girls,” and “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Leif Garrett!! AIEE!! This is followed (for some unfathomable reason) by a slowed-down, then speeded-up, then slowed-down playing of “My Little Town” by Paul Simon. WTF??
Then comes the kicker… he plays me a surreptitiously-gotten recording of a pair of girls yakking… one of them was someone I’d crushed on since elementary school… he wanted me to hear the specific reference to me and my pimply pursuit of her (and their OMG! *giggle* ick! reaction). Of course, this was all to help me understand what a dweeb I was being and that she wanted to be… wait for it… “just friends.”
Gee, thanks, buddy.
More heart-tugging tracks… “I Was Only Joking” (Rod Stewart)… then describing photos and reminiscing about stuff that I wasn’t even involved in… then, a terse “See ya tomorrow. Goodbye.”
I’m not sure that I want to hear what’s on the next tape… yikes.
I admire your courage. Not for listening to it (who wouldn’t?) but for writing about it. 😉
yeah, what Linky said. 🙂
u r teh r0X0rz!@!!
You have got to email me with the real-life names, buddy.
Yes names. We need names. Nobody here will care. But WE NEED NAMES!
Especially the girl’s name.