Today in music history is the day that inspired Don McLean to write the song “American Pie” - Richie Valens, Buddy Holly and The Big Bopper (J. P. Richardson) died when their plane crashed in Iowa.
Given that the lyrics of the McLean song are rolling through my mind, I thought today would be the perfect day for a bit of reader participation with “I, remember” (a concept my buddy Pete Mitchell played a few months ago, and I recently saw again over at Marie’s)
The goal is simple. In the comments to this post, you’re supposed to share a “memory” of you and I that never actually happened. It can be a quick single statement or an epic adventure. Go wild, knock yourself out, have a good time with it (I’m not easily offended). If you don’t know me, please don’t let that stop you. It’s all for fun and besides, I find it fascinating to reminisce with strangers.
You’re typically supposed to start with something like “I remember…” but given the significance of this date in music history and Don McLean’s song, you’re welcome to open with “A long, long time ago, I can still remember . . .”
So go ahead, remember, and make those people dance, or FOTFL, or shed a tear or sick to their stomachs, whatever works for you.
5 comments:
A long, long time ago, I can still remember the look on your face when I opened the door. Was it superman you were dressed up as for Halloween, or perhaps it was Captain America. Do you remember? You would have been 8 or 9 at the time. But what you were wearing was not important. It was the look of shock, and the piercing scream that you released when you saw my costume. Your friends laughed as you nearly ran away. It was as if you hadn’t ever seen Mickey Mouse before. Not a scary costume by any means, but perhaps it had triggered some violent memory from your younger days. Or perhaps you thought I was a real mouse, which had secretly grown and mutated, and learned how to talk. Whatever it was, I will never forget that look on your face.
well, see, the thing is since we are both in the witness protection program now we aren't supposed to be talking about the old days. heck, we aren't even supposed to be having any contact. but when i stumbled upon your blog i thought i'd assume a different identity and keep track of you that way. i wasn't entirely sure it was you at first but i noticed the code you used in your posts. i thought maybe it was a coincidence but when you posted the picture of you among all the darth tater characters, well....you know what you included and you know what it meant to me. you must have suspected me from the code i used in my comments. i was so thrilled to have you recognize me and acknowledge me. it's just good to reconnect old friend, and know you are well.
Do you remember that time I caught you peeking through the picture window into my kitchen? I never suspected when I told you that I clean house nude, that you would have to prove it to yourself. You thought I was just kidding, didn't you? I remember the look of shock on your face when the motion sensor light behind my house kicked on, and left you standing there in the spotlight, so to speak. I'm sure you were relieved when the police let you off after I neglected to press charges. I really didn't mind that much, though I was scared enough at first that I couldn't help dialing 911. You sure made up a great story about why you were there... good thing that only you and I knew that you don't even own a dog! I know you promised to never do it again, but don't think for a minute that I haven't noticed you behind the big maple tree a few times. I know that you haven't totally given up your old ways. Why do you think I still clean in the nude? ;)
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
how you used beg to wear my heels...
And I knew if you had a chance,
That you would even wear my pants
And maybe you'd be Tamara, for a while.
But January was quite shocking,
The day you wore my fishnet stockings,
Bad news for you Tamara,
Your wife had found the camera.
I can't remember if I cried,
As I hid from your vengeful bride,
At least I covered my own hide...
The day...your hobby...died.
roflmao @ Franny.... omg that's so awesome!!!
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