Today’s challenge, a song that makes me happy? Without fail, “Love Street” by The Doors. According to someone, who on these two cards calls himself “Stupid” and lives at 301 Lonely Lane, or “Lover,” living in Circle House in Jacksonville, FLA with an unknown zip code (because he was right across town from me in Jacksonville, ALA–if you remember when states didn’t have two code abbreviations, you may be old), anywhere I live is Love Street. He’s also put my birthday on the postmark, and it’s 1971. We were so young. He’s drawn himself on the “BIRTHDAY Stamp.” Apparently at that time, stamps were 6 cents (I checked–it jumped to 8 cents in May of that year).
Could not number the times Riley put on The Doors’ Waiting For The Sun album and dropped the needle on this song. Clearly, picking this month to take on a song challenge was inviting a flood of memories of the man who called me his muse from the time we were children. (We did not think of ourselves as children then, but now that I’m 135, I know we were.)
If not the whole track, the solo of the 2nd half of Go West – 12 inch version – village people
runners up
life of the party – shawn mendes
i don’t feel like dancin’ – scissor sisters (mainly because of Phil who disliked dancing and gay bars and I can still see him dancing to this anyway)
late in the evening
kodachrome
the entertainer
singing in the rain
total opposite
don’t worry be happy
Laughing at your “total opposite.” Some songs have that effect.