Everything She Wants by Wham! just played on my iPod, and I had a horrible recollection of hearing that song while in the backseat of my father's car. I don't really remember if anything was going on, but what I do remember is that I didn't want to be there and I wasn't happy.
It wasn't at this time that my step-mother told me she liked Wham! because she had just heard Careless Whisper, but hearing Everything She Wants right now reminds me of that, also, and makes me angry at her. You see, she had told me for so long that Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go was a horrible song and she would "never" like a song by the band that sang that song. Then she came to me a little later and told me that she liked Wham! because of the "new" song (it had come out months before she heard it) they sang called Careless Whisper. I told her that Wham! sang the song Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, and conveniently, she had forgotten all those months of telling me that they sucked and she would never like them.
But Everything She Wants only reminds me of that time. I feel like I was listening to Everything She Wants on some trip that I didn't want to take with my father. Like a trip to my grandpa's house. I liked my grandpa, but I didn't like the trip with my father. There was even a time on one of our road trips to visit my grandfather when my father wouldn't stop so that I could use the bathroom, so I intentionally pissed all over the backseat of his Cougar (the car he had inherited from his dead mother). I still feel good about that decision. I also remember listening to Rick Springfield's "Tao" record and I have the same feeling about that whole record as I do about the song Everything She Wants: I'm with my father, I'm in his car, I don't want to be there, and I'm not happy.
Conversely, my mother and I took a road trip where we listened to almost nothing but The White Album by The Beatles. I have great memories of that trip and that record.
Isn't it weird that a song can bring up something so powerful as a memory about not wanting to be with my father in his car that it stops me from working to type it all out so that I can remember it later? Or tell people about it now? What's that about?
Thursday, October 6, 2011
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