Yes, Honey, That's Exactly What I'm Going to Play

Most weeks I have selected the Friday video with great care and well in advance. It could be a new song I've discovered (thank you, Guitar Hero), a blast of nostalgia or a tune that provides the soundtrack for musing or current situation. And sometimes, like today, it's the first thing I hear in the morning.

Both The Spouse and I have clock radios. The reception in our room is weird. It's fine on The Spouse's side and his radio wakes us to the dulcet public radio tones of Steve Inskeep. Then I fall back asleep for an hour, until my alarm comes on with the tinny squawk reminiscent of a transistor radio. And the only halfway decent reception I get is on some weird "oldies" station.

My alarm goes off about the time The Spouse is leaving for work. He brings me a cup of coffee, gives me a kiss and tells me to have the best day ever. (He does pretty much the same thing for The Dog, sans the coffee). That's the ritual. But this morning he brought the coffee and said, in a high pitched "mom" voice, "Come on, Lori. Time to get up for your first day of high school". Because this is what was on the radio and it shot him back 35 years.

This artist is way bigger in the UK than he ever was here. This song was, in fact, his only Billboard hit in the US. But he started out in the UK as a wisp of a lad, playing the lead in "Godspell" when he was only 23. He has had a mess of pop hits but is probably even more well known (again, in the UK) for his musical theater work. He's done quite a bit with Andrew Lloyd Webber, for example. I was looking at some stuff about him on line and am happy to report that he's aged extremely well. Which is nice because golly gosh, Preppie, was he yummy back in the day.



David Essex "Rock On"