Friday, March 24, 2006
So last night the family was getting ready to head to the store when I was pulled into the living room by the opening cords of Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi.
I hadn’t seen this video in a ages and for some reason the music sounded perfect, almost brand new. Jules and I danced around the living room with the boys laughing at us and our mommy and daddy grooviness or rather goofiness.
As asked Jules why they were playing this song instead of all the crap they usually play. What she said removed the wind from my sail. It was a preview of VH-1 Classics. When I was a kid there were old songs I remember that are now classics but Bon Freaking Jovi?! Jules reminded me that the album came out in 1986 and being twenty years old it’s now a classic.
I can see myself standing in the Woolworths on a bright beautiful day when the world was pure and warm breezes blew through my poorly cut hair without worry. I was holding this brand new album as it existed in vinyl. The notion of a CD was a fantasy and I dreamed of being able to afford a walkman. My Casio watch and it's plastic band was loose on my wrist. A Pac-Man T-shirt, the original not the faddish replicates of today, stretched too tightly over my pudgy stomach and my muscle socks reached frightenly too high. My Kangaroo's held the miniscule amount of money that could ever fit into a pocket that size and I knew that I could not stay this cool forever, times were changing and music like Bon Jovi was going to lead the way.
As they played Culture Clubs Karma Chameleon I regained the composure to dance to what I realized was a classic feel good song. Somehow this time my knees hurt and I felt I should move a bit slower.
My youth is now classic. Where’s my walker?