Mambo Number 5
A quality of music that I love is that a song can take you back to a particular reference in time. For instance, "Missing You" by John Waite takes me back to a point in time, but I'll leave that story to my brother to tell. The basic plot is that he thinks Doug Himmelberg and me are jackasses and he wishes we would die. He's probably right and I wish we had been a bit more sensitive, but teenage boys are basically jackasses.
Anyway, I digress. Where does Lou Bega's Mambo Number 5 take me? To a football game between Air Force and Wyoming in about 1999. I heard that song in a million different places (who didn't?!?), but that is where it takes me. My daughter was just starting to become a young lady, and had the mouth to remind us of it every 2 seconds. My boys were, well, still boys. They weren't worried about being "cool". If I was running and they were at the bus stop, they would have waved. (Unlike yesterday.)
So, Mambo Number 5 may not be the greatest musical piece ever written, but it is in the rotation on my iPod for when I go running. And whenever it comes on, I have a time machine set to 1999 for 4 minutes. Heady stuff.
posted by Todd @ 10:28 AM
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5 Comments:
Yes, you bastard! (Kidding) Whether it has anythiong to do with Midori Futa and the torment surrounding that video, suffice it say that I now have a slight aversion to Asian women. It's not prejudice, its just that I'm not attracted to them physically in that generic shallow way men are attracted to anything that breathes. Asian women don't turn my crank. So is that the reason? Hard to know.
One of my favorite song writers, a fellow named David Wilcox, did a cover of this song a few years back. Not sure why, but I guess he must love the song. It was a strange recollection.
I'm glad that is a shared memory and not one of those, "Don't you remember the time when...."
I admit that I don't know who it was with me, but Doug's name always seems to come to my mind when it was something less than admirable. Hmmm.
Yes. I shall google the name "Doug Himmelburg" and "mischief."
Aack! The names! The memories! The horror! (...find a happy place. find a happy place...)
PS - Hi, Todd!
Hello! I am assuming that you were once a cheerleader at Cheyenne Central and friends with Tim. I only make that assumption since I know so few people named Buffi. Good to hear from you and is it that hard to hear the name Doug Himmelberg?
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