Today was a day that could change my life forever. Some people are discovered at the soda fountain, some on American Idol. But, for me, it was Winn Dixie.
I love to sing, and it seems that the grocery stores and the drug stores play the best music. They should sell collections late at night on QVC. Really.
In the baking goods aisle (I may or may not have put a box of brownie mix in my cart), I was jamming to Ain't No Mountain High Enough. I tried to keep my voice down to a modest hum, but my head bopped a lot. I think I may have looked like a hen pecking feed.
I always seem to hear some Sail Away or If You Get Lost Between The Moon and New York City at some point during my shopping trip. Today was a special treat. The music took me back, waaayyyy back. Back to the days of stirrup pants and Bill Cosby sweaters. It was a Solid Gold moment.
Hard To Say I'm Sorry.
Ya'll, I tried. I really did. But, you just can't hum to that song. You have to get it out, because all of us had a boyfriend in high school that we picture every time we hear those lyrics. We are either still trying to tell him we are sorry, or wishing he had told us he was sorry.
That smooth voice of Peter and The Band just made me wanna sing. And, I did. Oh, yes I did. It was karaoke time in the deodorant aisle at Winn Dixie.
I was crooning with Chicago, my friends...
Hold me now.
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry!
I just waaaaannnt you to stay...
After all that we've been through
I will make it up to you
I PROMISE TO!
And after all that's been said and duh-yun!
You're just a part of me I can never let goooo...
Oh-woaa-woaaa.....ooooo
If I had been wearing a collar, I would have put it up. Oh, yes. I was cool. Rockin' in Winn Dixie. No one was watching, except for the security people who, as we speak, are probably calling the local radio stations to play my performance for the morning talk show.
Rock on.
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Hard to Say I'm Sorry is the full embodiment of every ounce of teen angst I ever felt. I cried over multiple boyfriends to that song and had I been with you today at Winn-Dixie, it would have been a duet.
I hope you don't end up UTube!
BTW, I went to Chicago's concert in high school, with my boyfriend I think. Loved those songs.
Side note: word verification this time looks so cool....
yiiyti
Nancy so took my comment! I was gonna say better be careful or Boomama is gonna be having you on her site on UTube! :v)
And you're a young'un 'cause I don't even think I know that song!
Could I join you & Big Mama & make a trio? I LOVE 80s music! Listen to it all the time on our cable TV. Even have my daughter singing along.
They just don't make music like that anymore *SIGH*
I love, love, love that song! (LOL, Big Mama on your phrasing...but I understand that teen angst stuff well).
I love all Chicago stuff...in fact, a couple of them I taped for background music at my reception! (We had a shoestring budget).
Such a cute post, Melanie...I could picture you singing into your box of brownie mix. :D
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