Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line!

I had a life changing event last night.

It happened like most life changing events happen. I was over at the local King Soopers. I was perusing the isles of medication. Walking amongst all the brightly colored bottles, boxes, and containers. You see, I’ve been letting my stuble grow. When I ran out of shaving cream, I figured, “Self, why get more shaving cream when self will be moving, and can buy said shaving cream then.” I don’t have a GF to complain about the stuble, so I figured I was set. Until I remembered that the beginning stages of stuble ANNOY ME SO BAD.

I had a few more things to do. I needed some allergy medicine, I needed some muscle relaxant (I’m old, and I’m moving). It was as I was swaying up and down those Isles that it happened.

I turned Country.

Michael has been trying to convert me for years. I have resisted his push successfully, then I am struck down while grocery shopping.

The song 19 Something by Mark Wills came on. I was converted against my will, ya’ll.

I saw Star Wars at least eight times
Had the pac-man pattern memorized
And I’ve seen the stuff they put inside
Stretch Armstrong

I was Roger Staubach back in my back yard
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evil Kinevil stars
On my right arm
Well, I was a kid when Elvis died
And my mama cried

Chorus:
It was 1970-something
In the world that I grew up in
Farrah Faucett hair-do days
Bell bottoms and eight-track tapes
Lookin’ back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin’
It was 1970-something

It was the dawning of a new decade
When we got our first microwave
And Dad broke down and finally shaved
Those sideburns off
I took the stickers off of my Rubix cube
Watched MTV all afternoon
My first love was Daisy Duke
In them cut off jeans
A Space Shuttle fell out of the sky
And the whole world cried

Chorus:
It was 1980-something
In the world that I grew up in
Skating rinks and Black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin’ back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin’
It was 1980-something

Now I got a mortgage and an SUV
But all this responsibility
Makes me wish sometimes
Sometimes….

Chorus:
It was 1980-something
In the world that I grew up in
Skating rinks and Black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin’ back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin’
It was 1980-something

1970-something

He sung about Parachute Pants ya’ll. I ‘ve been looking for Pop & Rock songs that talk about parachute pants, but things look bleak for the rock world.

It looks like it’s time for me to find a cowboy hat, and some Levi’s that are way to tight for my skinny white man legs. Oh, and don’t forget the monster sized cowboy boots.

I’m hoping if I can find some “Shot Through The Heart” to listen to, I might be able to convert back, but I’m not holding out much hope.

Ya’ll come back now, ya hear!