A blast from the past
Posted on May 24, 2006
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Today at Target, while walking past the CD section, I caught a gander at something that made me freeze in my tracks.
It was some sort of “Dancing to the 80’s” or “Clubbing to the 80’s” or “Bubble Gum 80’s” kind of CD display.
I am such a dork. I totally spaz out whenever I see these. Of course I HAD to look at the different compilation CD’s and check out which had what songs. I have about 5 or 6 of these CD’s. They actually make great workout music — especially when you need to put in some serious quality time on a treadmill or elliptical trainer because you, oh I don’t know, ate a ginormous DQ Blizzard for lunch.
So I picked up a CD and immediately noticed a song that catapulted me back to 1986.
One sunny day, on our way to the orthodontist, I begged “The General” (aka my mother who was the most nervous, easily excitable person on the planet) to let me listen to MY music. She relented. A minor miracle! I knew hard rock would be out of the question so I chose a soft rock station — Y98. A great tune was playing. The sun was shining. And I was smiling my stupid smile of disbelief/good fortune. “Hey”, I thought. “Maybe my mom is just a wee bit cool afterall.”
And all of a sudden, a certain song came on that went a little like this:
“Not a word. From your lips. You just took for granted that I’d like to skinny dip. I quick hit. That’s your game. But I’m not a piece of meat. Stimulate my brain….”
The refrain? “We don’t have to take our clothes off. To have a good time. Oh No. We could dance and party. All night. And drink some cherry wine. Uh huh.”
My mom lost all sense of reasoning and composure. She couldn’t turn the radio off fast enough. The woman was angry, flustered, and bewildered — sort of like a cat would be if after cuddling it for an hour, you grabbed it by the neck and dipped it into a vat of tar. (I like cats and would never do this. I’m just hypothesizing here.)
Her reply? “Humph. That is JUST horrible! I can’t believe what they play on the radio these days. Stupid crap!”
This was as close to a “sex talk” as my mom had ever had with me.
I knew trying to reason with her was of no use. Even if I would have said what I was thinking which was, “Mom, I’m 13. Although I wish some boy thought I was pretty, I’m still kinda scared of them. Do you really think I’m so lamebrained that this song is going to make me want to get drunk and have sex?” I slunk back into the seat while she put HER music back on — country music of the 80’s era.
So today when that memory flooded over me, I had to laugh. I dumped the CD into my cart. Once I got into the car, I tore off the wrapper, played the song, and laughed about my mom some more.
I’m so happy to be a grown up.
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Oh my gosh!! I had one of those moments!! My aunt let my cousin and I turn on one of our stations and Wild Wild West was playing.. Well, she misheard a few lyrics and we were both toast. I’m sure she thought my mom was raising a heathen.. Gee, if what’s around today had been around back then we probably wouldn’t have been allowed to own radios!
Didn’t she notice the message: “We DON’T have to take our clothes off”? It’s practically a love song.
I am a closet 80’s freak. It’s the only music I clean my house by.
“Your kiss! Your kiss was on my list! Oh, yes your kiss! Your kiss I caaan’t resist!” …you know you can finish. ;p
I wish I could be a fly on the dashboard eleven or so years hence…
Will history repeat itself? I wonder…
Thanks again for stopping by.
You crack me up! My Mom didn’t like that song either, or “When I Think About You I Touch Myself”. She even thought John Mellencamp’s “Jack and Diane” was kinda kinky! She did, however, take me to my first concert, George Michael’s FAITH tour!! Can you imagine singing “I Want Your Sex” standing next to your mom at age 14?? Embarrassing!
Wow, your mom was hardcore about the music! My parents never really regulated our music or tv too much, but there was one cruel joke that they played on us on Christmas. We were driving to my grandparents’ house which was 30 minutes away and wanted to hear “our music” and they said after this song is over they would change the station. We sat in the back seat with much anticipation. Well, the song was about a half hour long and ended right as we pulled up to my grandparents’ house. To this day my parents think they’re so sly!
Hee. That was awesome.
But now I’m going to be singing that for the rest of the day.
Jenny
http://blogs.chron.com/mamadrama/
Dear me. That was the tamest of tame. It could have been Prince for pete’s sake. He practically drew us a map - with flares, and signalers.
Ahhhh, 1986. That was the year I discovered sex….
I have a confession. I have become your mother. Ms. New Booty came on the radio and went off just as fast. And I like Eminem, but Shake That Ass? I have the fear that my daughters will be doing that way too soon as it is.
Yeah, I listen to those songs when they aren’t around. hehe Shhhh!
My mom never liked any of the music that I did when I was growing up. There was a large generation gap between us as she was 40 when she gave birth to me. I usually listened to my music when she wasn’t around.
I used to be a “Mom, it’s not like the music is going to turn me to a career in prostitution, DUH” proponent.
And then I was parking in a notorious “white trash” neighborhood to go to a restaurant and I witnessed two girls who could not have been older than 12 gyrating on their front porch while blaring 50cent. We’re talking pole dancing with a porch column. They didn’t even have bras yet but DAMN, they knew how to shake their asses.
So, many years from now, my yet-to-be-conceived daughter will probably write this very blog post about me
mmmmmm DQ Blizzard. I hear they are making ice cream blizzard cakes now… look out!!!
But yeah, 80’s music is probably the one genre that is always up… even the sad ballads seem happy to me. I went to an 80’s party a few months ago at a friends house, what a blast. I’m glad all my friends are in theatre becuase they can taylor an 80’s outfit together like no one else. What a fun night.
Cheers.
I love those 80’s CDs! Your mom was pretty uptight about music! My mom was the opposite and actually liked the same stuff my sister and I did. Like someone already said, it was kind of weird singing along to ‘I want your sex’ and other songs with her.
me too! i had to beg my mom to listen to my music and she’d let me hear ONE song and then change it. lets just hope we dont become those moms to our kids! i really hope hannah doesn’t think i’m a lame mom or a boring or old mom! *CRIES*
Ah, I don’t think my parents ever cared what kind of music I listened to, as long as it wasn’t country (for some reason they both hated country). Although my mother the Women’s Studies professor did always point out any lyrics she considered to be misongynistic . . . Heh I remember having to explain to her once that “I’m Just a Girl” by Gwen Stefani was actually a feminist rant, though (I guess she hadn’t listened all that closely?).
Then again this is the same mother who also asked me, when I showed her the tattoo my best friend bought for me on my 18th birthday, if it would freak me out too much if she got the SAME ONE . . .
(Of course I told her she couldn’t have my damn tattoo– I spent weeks picking it out and modifying the design– it was my tattoo *roll* Sheesh, Mom).
P.S. We always had to listen to NPR in the morning on the car radio when she was taking me to school, though.
My parents were extremely liberal about our music choices, which in the 80s consisted of hair bands, hair bands, and oh, hair bands. They didn’t object to Poison’s Don’t Need Nuthin’ But a Good Time or Motley Crue’s Girls Girls Girls. The made sure to tell us they thought it was trash, and that some of the things said in the songs were trashy, but they let us have our “screaming and bleeding” music. Bleeding as in their eardrums were bleeding.
And you know what? I realize now that they were INCREDIBLY open minded. We were lucky.
I loved Def Leppard when I was about 11 years old. My parents banned them in our house because they were convinced it was satanic music. Hello?? Not like it was Megadeth — it was freaking DEF LEPPARD.
And now, compared to some of the songs out there, Def Leppard sounds like bubblegum!
I love it! Thanks for taking my back to relive the uptight days with my parents. My dad bought me my first stereo and asked someone at the store to recommend an album or two. Thats how I got Black Sabbath and The Beatles! He spent the rest of my teen years yelling “Turn that CRAP down!!”
*looks at her flannel shirt* I’m still wearing my 80’s clothes every day, are they really having 80’s parties? *cries*
Remember when you were driving and your mom was singing to all the songs on the oldies channel?
ahem
That will be me, my friends. I do adore the 80s.
I’d *almost* take that over my mother.
My mother who SANG, “when I think about you I touch myself” to you, her mother, her BOYFRIENDS. It was frightening.
On the other hand, we totally got to listen to our generation’s music in the car.
Love the 80’s music! I have my 80’s playlist on my ipod that gets the most play. Luckily, my son Tyler loves Depeche Mode’s Personal Jesus and Joan Jett’s I Love Rock n Roll. I can’t resist those 80’s CDs either!
Keep up the great blogging. Thanks for visiting.
Debbie
OMG, I felt the same way when “Push It” would come on the radio when my parents were driving me around
It’s not like it made me want to have sex??
I am such a nerd. I remember MY DAD introducing me to Guns N Roses and thinking that it was really loud, screechy music and why would anyone like it.
Of course now? He’s a super conservative country music fan. I’m hoping that the opposite will happen to me. Since I started out a musical nerd maybe in 40 years I’ll be super cool and hip to what the kids are into.
I love it! How I too remember this song…
What’s cherry wine anyway?
I think my mother wished some song did tell us all we needed to know about sex since she was soooo embarassed to talk to us about it!
When it got to any word she couldn’t handle… she would whistle…
“so you know Tor, if you’ve got any itching, you know, in you (whistle, whistle) then it’s probably (whistle whistle…)
Oh great….
Thanks for the update.
This too was the mother who refused to look at the ultrasound pictures, or buy a stroller in case you know the baby (whistle whistles). I just don’t want to jinx it…
Great music for elliptical training!
A few years ago, my mom and I took some of the little girls in the family out for a girls’ day. I think we went to the mall and out for ice cream or something. Anyway, we had a great time and then on the way home, one of the girls asked if we could play some music. We put on Cat Stevens and the three of them all went “ewwwww” so we asked for a CD to pop in.
I kid you not, the 8 year old supplied something with lyrics to the gist of “let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel” or something like that. My mom and I were both horrified and switched back to Cat Stevens in about five minutes flat.
This post reminded me of that. Now I just feel old. Haha.
hehe, we were allowed the God channel or oldies(50’s & 60’s), to this day i know every song that comes on! however, we were allowed to listen to whatever we wanted in the “privacy of [y]our own bedrooms, thank you very much.”