I'm waitin for the right moment to come

Oh, now we're getting into some good stuff. March, April 86? I was asking Why Can't This Be Love (and can we hold up a minute and acknowledge it only took two or less years for VH to assemble a new lead singer and a power ballad? Diamond Dave was sorely missed--and pissed. Could the "woo" at the end of the verses be any more bland, especially when you compare it? You [don't] got charazma!)

But that's not what I came here for today, or what I mooned around the radio for then. 

It was this sweet, longing one, an early-ish outing written by Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis and among a hip-hop firmament on the soundtrack of a movie I never saw (but really want to, now that I'm still reeling from Hip-Hop Evolution). 

It's kind of brilliant--no percussion, minimal rhythm, essentially a cappella. They are really singing it to you, for you. 

Saying it for me in how it felt, as usual, somehow evoking early spring, the tendrils showing up, the opportunity in the air.

Random Play: Crushed my groove again

Now, it's distance and time that allows me to approach this track as an audiophile might. When it was contemporary, though, it was among a number of music videos I'd impatiently wait through in order to gawk at "The Reflex" one more time.

I could've sworn on a stack of shiny vintage car keys that this track as produced by same dude that produced ZZ Top--and not solely because it's firmly set in the world of fast vehicles and has a mid-Eighties video with a cast of a thousand extras.


Sammy Hagar - I Can't Drive 55 by jpdc11

No, I'm wrong, though Ted Templeman, unsurprisingly, did helm Van Halen records, and, very surprisingly, earlier recordings that are both ecstatic and smooth.

Which means the same dude that brought you "Hot For Teacher" also made "Tupelo Honey" happen.

I love the spectrum.

I didn't, however, love my dinner at the Red Rocker's restaurant in Cabo. He should stick to music.

JUMP BACK! What's that sound?

Back to the week of July 7, 1984: gaining eight spots on the charts that week is that shiny machine:




I've got to work on my high kick.

Your Guilty Pleasure: I Want Some, Too

I don't have to explain why I like this.

--I'm not implying that you should know; I'm saying, I don't have to explain why I like it.

I'll just say it's like a really good party in my head right now.