yer singin' my song, mister
The song that came screaming out of the speakers of my car radio today as I left for work on this glorious Valentine's Day was this:
"Our Love's In Jeopardy" by Greg Kihn Band. Oh, Greg Kihn, I don't know how you did it. I don't know how you traveled to the future, then went back to the heady days of the 80s and penned this ode, but it's almost as though you formed the rhythm from the beating of my heart and penned the lyrics by taking the unspoken words in my brain and wove them in such a way you had no choice but to come up with this hit. I can't imagine a better, truly more ironic song to have started my Valentine's Day.
Except maybe this:
(special thanks to my pal TwoBusy for the following label...)
Labels: it's a Kihnspiracy
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 4:04 PM
17 Comments:
I like blog posts with videos. Yours is the vidiest.
hope it's not literal...
I hope I'm reading way too much into this. Hope you have a great night.
Personally I refer Weird Al's "I Lost on Jeopardy" but hey, I'm a sentimental (emphasis on the mental part of that word) fool like that.
You know, you've been dropping subtle hints for a few months now. I'm worried! Is counseling a possibility?
Uh....everything okay?
You know I'm here -- just a few keystrokes away -- if you need to vent. Seriously.
Irony is great when it's not happening in real life. Hope all's well or at least doesn't suck too much.
Yeah, what the others are saying. . . I'm really hoping that my 'metaphor-o-meter' is just way out of calibration, and I'm just reading this wrong. . .
I'm with everyone else hoping it'st just a metaphor not a real love in Jeopardy thing. Hope everything's ok!
Whatever is going on in your life I hope you're OK!
You forgot the what might be considered the third part of this song trilogy... "Reunited"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQdZRh58IVQ
I love the visual with the drummer and his drumkit blowing about in the twister.
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2amsomewhere
I'm sorry for the emotional Kihnetics involved here. And also for that pun. And the other pun.
(Word verification: fooke. Fooke indeed, fadkog. Fooke indeed.)
I'm fixing to blow your mind... he lives in my town!
Following the comment of ThatGirlBlogs . .. I believe Greg is living in San Francisco. He still does gigs and hosts a program on a local radio station.
Both those songs? Anthems of my adolescence.
Love them both.
Is that wrong?
DON'T ANSWER THAT!
I'm not ashamed.
Every time I hear that song I'm transported to the summer between 6th and 7th grades, riding my bike (NO HANDLEBARS) down the big hill to swim team practice and then WALKING said bike back UP the big hill to get home so I could eat as many Oreos and watch as many videos on MTV before my mom got home from work.
Ah, nostalgia. She runs deep.
Add me to the list of those who worry about you.
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