Mary,
When I was like, I don't know, 14 or 15, my friend Kim and I used to
hang out in my basement and record ourselves singing along to songs
from my favorite albums (which were mostly Manilow and Denver back
then).
Someday... long after I die... Indiana Jones is going to dig through
the mounds of my remaining crap and stumble across a crapped up
cassette with Kim, Barry and I singing "Seven More Years." And Mr.
Jones will likely ask, "Why, in God's name, why would they do this?"
And, from the other side, I will hear his desperate plea for
information but will have no answer for him, because I have no clue
why we picked THAT song to butcher even more.
(Still, I'm positive it's not nearly as awful as Kim, John and I
singing "Calypso.")
Thanks for the memory. Now go away. :-)
Brenda