Driving home from last night's screening of Miss Congeniality 2 (like the first, only less Shatner*), Vandenberg's "This Burning Heart" came on Sirius' Hair Nation channel. I had, literally, not heard this song since 1984.
I remembered every damn word.
Yeah yeah, big deal: we're not talking Umberto Eco here. Still, as I sat there, rocketing down the freeway and belting out "When you play the game/Of love" (the word "love" stretched out over three syllables), I once again had the chance to ponder all the important information that never took hold in my brain because that valuable space was occupied by - for example - Vandenberg lyrics.
Like I said way back when I started this blog, the pop culture detritus is the stuff I retain. I made my stab at the serious life many moons ago, but always had an easier time remembering the lyrics of Gram Parsons rather than the writings of Graham Allison. This bugged me for a while, until I realized that, uh, *not* reviewing bad movies and discussing the dorkier aspects of our society meant the terrorists win. Or something.
And I also remember all the lyrics to Double's "The Captain of Her Heart." Take that, PSc 261 - Advanced Study of Liminal Societies.
* While you might put something like that in the movie's plus column, I consider it a horrendous mistake.
Philistine. Next you'll tell me you've never heard "Who's Behind the Door?" by Zebra.
Don't forget that you're also providing a valuable service to the community: Remembering Vandenberg So We Don't Have To.
It was too long ago and too far apart, I'm glad she stopped waiting another day for... The Captain of Her heart.
Dammit, now I'm going to have to look for "Captain of Her Heart" on iTunes.
Zebra, now that's just crazy! I even vaguely remember the video. Thanks, now I have two more pieces of songs bouncing around inside my head like little stones on shattered glass.
Never even heard of it.