I was reprimanded by my mother for not posting anything about her exquisite taste in music.
Well friends, that’s because she listens to Celine Dion, and I’m sorry people but I just can’t go there.
So, I’ve tried to wrack my brain and remember what it was that she listened to when I was a child. Abba comes to mind. And Barbara Streisand. Oh and the Bee Gees! You see where I’m going with this, don’t you?
I probably don’t remember much about it because I was so traumatized by her music of choice, that my mind has blocked it out to protect me from having to relive it. Every time I try to remember it, all I see is flashes of bad perms, too much blue eyeshadow, horrible polyester suits and men who sing like women.
No wait! Now, I gotta give her some props for Fleetwood Mac. I like them a lot and I do remember her listening to them. But I also recall her being obsessed with Stevie Nicks when she went out on her own and I’m sorry but to that I must say NAY! I seem to recall a certain number of dresses being donned by my mother with long flowy sleeves.
So today I leave you with a video tribute to my mom. Here you go mother. 🙂 You can thank me later.
Now, I ain’t gonna lie to you, I’ve definitely gotten down to this song at my share of wedding receptions. There is definitely a certain entertainment factor to consider here. But it is very hard for me to imagine a time when it was actually considered sexy for a man to sing like this. I mean, I know it happened, but woah! He’s getting up there in Mariah Carey range with that!
Try to stay with it, but by all means, leave if it becomes too much for you!