It's OK That I'm Not Mrs. Jordan Knight

Today I am participating in the Oklahoma Women Bloggers "For The Love of Blogging" challenge.  Today's challenge is "For The Love Of Music".

“Before you ask, it’s Black Keys.” said my husband while we were listening to the radio in the car yesterday.  He said it because every time a Black Keys song comes on I say, “Hey, I like this song.  Who sing this?”.  I am the worst Black Keys fan ever.

I can’t help it.  I’m horrible at remembering bands.  Music however will bring back a flood of memories.

For instance every time I hear CCR “Bad Mood Rising”, I still hear it as “There’s a bathroom on the right” and remember laughing about it when I was 8 years old.  I remember thinking I was the only person who heard it this way and thinking I was ridiculously clever.  As you can see, not a lot has changed.

And every time I hear a New Kids of the Block song…ok that’s a lie.  Nobody hears a New Kids song unless you’ve actively searched for a New Kids song.  Alright, every time I see that Old Navy commercial with Jordan Knight or hear about one of their reunions I am reminded of my best friend from childhood, Amy.  We were both completely in love with Jordan Knight.  We even had a plan of how we could both marry Jordan Knight although I can’t remember exactly what the plan was.  Something to do with him discovering he had a twin who was also named Jordan or we were sister wives.  I’m not really sure, but the important thing here is if we had just put a little more effort into human cloning you would be reading the blog of Mrs. Sabine Knight.

Hearing any Green Day song from the album "Dookie" reminds me that I really need to apologize to anyone that was on the school bus with me and my friend Tabatha circa 1994.  We sang those songs daily at the top of our lungs.  We thought we rocked it.  We rocked nothing.  There was absolutely nothing rockin’ about our cover of Green Day.

There is a whole host of songs that remind me of my best friend Ann.  She is an absolute pro at mishearing song lyrics and it is one of the things I love about her.  She puts my “bathroom on the right” to shame.  In her wonderful word, Ricky Martin “woke up in New York City, in a funky chicken town”, Snoop Dogg did not “drop it like it’s hot”, but he did “drive it like a tractor”, and Ini Kamoze was not a lyrical gangsta, but he was a leprechaun gangsta.  Do not F with his lucky charms because he will put a cap in your ass.

And “I Wanna Kiss You All Over” reminds me why I am Mrs. Sabine Brown.  When we were dating, Eric used to sing it to me in the best falsetto voice you’ve ever heard.  It still makes me smile.  Move over cloned Jordan Knight, I’m already married to my rock star.

 (I did not find this song creepy until I found this video.  Eric's version is more "Happy Gilmore".)