As a thirteen year old hormonal kid there was something about a red eyed devil woman wearing polka dot underpants that made my tummy feel funny ... okay it was lower than my tummy but really no one needs to know that. 1976 was a weird year. I was still big into BTO and rock and roll was king. However, there was an earworm that seemed to be everywhere and on all the time, "From New York to L.A." that was deliciously infectious and who cares if it was disco or that the song seemed to play at double time leaving Patsy Gallant singing her little heart out trying to keep up with the music. I can still sing along with the chorus, and this one song is why I picked up the album when I found it in a discount bin. I'd not thought of her or the song in decades, however, I saw the album in a bin and there she was red eyes and polka dots and while my tummy didn't tingle I did him under my breath, "I'm a star in New York ..." and almost expected someone to do the call...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget