You Wanna Burn One?

Many moons ago, I used to have a bong named Gandalf. I just made a playlist off of iTunes that makes me wish the old boy was still around.

Pretty In Pink, The Psychedelic Furs
Never Say Never, Romeo Void
Just Like Heaven, The Cure
Genius of Love, Tom Tom Club
Goody Two Shoes, Adam Ant
I Want Candy, Bow Wow Wow
It Must Be Love, Madness
Love My Way, The Psychedelic Furs
Oh Yeah, Yello
One Step Ahead, Split Enz
Relax, Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Close to Me, The Cure
Take On Me, a-ha
Talk Talk, Talk Talk
The Metro, Berlin
Whip It, Devo
I Know What Boys Like, The Waitresses
Boys Don't Cry, The Cure
The Ghost in You, The Psychedelic Furs

This should be played extra loud. The headphones are certainly coming in handy ... although I probably look like an idiot dancing around the apartment. Without so much as a one hit.

Way back when, long before I knew what a bong was, I used to give my folks crap (well, as much crap as an 10-year old could give ... which come to think of it was quite a bit) about listening to their old fogey music.

We'd be driving home from the beach in the big old Bonneville and I'd whine, "Come on Mom, it's the 70s. How can you still like that old junk from when you were in high school?"

I guess the difference is this isn't high school stuff (for me) ... it's college and a little beyond.

God help me when I start downloading the Kansas and Journey.