Eddie Money has a lot tour dates coming up this spring and summer.
Seems like most of us Gen Y kids have a nostalgic soft spot for him and would possibly check out a show under the right conditions.
You might remember hearing "Shakin'" as you fell out of the shopping cart and on to your head in the Shop 'n Save. Or you might remember that time "Baby Hold On" was blasting from your father's garage stereo when he was served divorce papers by your mother--donning hair curlers and muumuu.
Of course, the nostalgia is further exacerbated by more recent--and perhaps more fond--memories. Those are the memories where Eddie Money served as the soundtrack to completely pathetic sexual advances.
You might remember using "Two Tickets to Paradise" as your mating call, in totally ironic fashion, at a college party when you were trying to bang THIS or THIS. Or you might remember getting the phone number of the "girl with the choppy hair, short-bangs, and Monroe" while dancing--in totally ironic fashion--to "Think I'm in Love".
Days later you lose the number.
However you might have found a place in your heart for the man who longed to "Walk on Water", the important thing is that you've found one. And this has led us all to think, "how totally awesome it would be to get wasted and go see Eddie Money when he comes to town."
Here is one very good reason NOT to act on this notion:
Albert Einstein was quoted, "memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events." What an apt (read: cherry-picked) quote for this moment. There's a moral to this story: skip the show. Don't let it brown up those neon Wayfarers.
Here is the Eddie that all of us and posterity should know:
Keep it dirty and your memories dirtier.
_GP
Seems like most of us Gen Y kids have a nostalgic soft spot for him and would possibly check out a show under the right conditions.
You might remember hearing "Shakin'" as you fell out of the shopping cart and on to your head in the Shop 'n Save. Or you might remember that time "Baby Hold On" was blasting from your father's garage stereo when he was served divorce papers by your mother--donning hair curlers and muumuu.
Of course, the nostalgia is further exacerbated by more recent--and perhaps more fond--memories. Those are the memories where Eddie Money served as the soundtrack to completely pathetic sexual advances.
You might remember using "Two Tickets to Paradise" as your mating call, in totally ironic fashion, at a college party when you were trying to bang THIS or THIS. Or you might remember getting the phone number of the "girl with the choppy hair, short-bangs, and Monroe" while dancing--in totally ironic fashion--to "Think I'm in Love".
Days later you lose the number.
However you might have found a place in your heart for the man who longed to "Walk on Water", the important thing is that you've found one. And this has led us all to think, "how totally awesome it would be to get wasted and go see Eddie Money when he comes to town."
Here is one very good reason NOT to act on this notion:
Albert Einstein was quoted, "memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events." What an apt (read: cherry-picked) quote for this moment. There's a moral to this story: skip the show. Don't let it brown up those neon Wayfarers.
Here is the Eddie that all of us and posterity should know:
Keep it dirty and your memories dirtier.
_GP
this gave me an idea for a nursing home where formally famous people can go around pretending they are still on tv.
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