No road trip is complete without a rousing game of “name that radio tune”. It’s the ultimate test of wit, speed, memory, and, in Yarei’s case, imagination. We both hail from different musical universes. While she was housing to Salt n Peppa, TLC, and Marc Anthony, I was making mix tapes of 80’s and 90’s pop and top 40 (RIP Casey Kasem). Because of this musical grand canyon that divides us, the “name that tune” game tends to be “stop asking me about old music i don’t know” game… but I can’t give up on her.
Today’s featured lyric was the following:
“Everybody needs a little time away, I heard her say, from each other…”
Quick! Name that tune!
Yarei, staring stoically out the window at some grazing cows, mumbled half heartedly, “Steve Turmeric.”
“What? That’s not even a real person. You just combined a name with a spice. Try again” I demanded.
She released a sigh of exasperation. “The guy with the long curly hair…. Kenny something.”
“Kenny G?! First of all, he has brown curly hair… secondly, he doesn’t sing. He just plays the sax. You’re not even trying.”She rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone, resembling an annoyed 15 year old.She thought…
“The Garbage Men.” she said, flatly but confidently.
“I think you mean ‘Men at Work’… and no.”
“Sting!” she exclaimed with the triumph of a person who flopped over the finish line.
“No… but at least you picked a real artist!” I cheered her on.
At this point, the song was over, and the DJ had announced “Chicago” as the artist.
“I was going to say ‘Stingray’, but that didn’t sound right.”
Way to follow your heart… now don’t go chasing waterfalls.