Last night I stayed up past my bedtime playing our game of let’s flip through the music channels and guess the ones we know. I feel like I stayed up 3 hours later instead of the hour later that it actually was. I woke up and shut the alarm off at 5:49am because in my addled state I thought it said 5:59am and I hate the sound of the alarm. When I realized I still had a good 10 minutes of sleep, I reached over and lamely tried to turn the alarm back on but then said, “eh, might as well get up.” Yes, I regularly take long tokes on the crack pipe. But, I was able to clean up the pots from dinner last night and make coffee. Two things I don’t normally have time to do. I have my morning time down to the exactly how much time it takes me to shower, eat and get dressed. There’s no real room for anything else in the morning.
Anyway, back to our version of Name that Tune. Sometimes the game is an actual game but most times we see the name of the artist too soon and then we end up staying on the music channel for more than a few minutes listening and usually telling each other the same stories of what we were doing when we first heard the song. The game worked better when we had to deal with satellite delay but now cable is just too fast.
The better-half kicks serious butt on the Easy Listening channel and he can pull some obscure titles right out of his butt. He says it’s from years of listening to WRVA in the back of his mother’s Pinto wagon or the Volare. And, for your information, you must sing the name of that last car whenever you mention it.
Other embarrassing cars in the F&G background: AMC Matador station wagon. And, the pièce de résistance: a yellow Gremlin with Levis seats. Rivets so hot they left a mark.