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Time of My Life

While listening to a "pop" station at the urging of my kids, we heard the beginning of an intimately familiar song: "Time of My Life."  I started singing, because like the rest of us (40-ish year-olds) we know all of the words.

Here's the exchange that followed:

Me: "Wow, I can't believe they are playing this song!"  (As I begin singing aloud, every word)
Kids: "What!?  How do you know THIS song!?"
Me: "What are you talking about, this is from my generation - it's from the movie "Dir..."

Before I could finish the word, I heard something very strange happening.  The song started to morph into something incomprehensible, some other "Dirty" phrase emanated from the speakers and all sorts of weird techno stuff was going on.  And right away, I reconsidered.

Me: "Wait, maybe I don't know this song after-all.  Maybe it was a figment of my imagination..."

As it turned out, I didn't know it.  But I knew some of the lyrics and they took me right back to 1987 and Patrick Swayze.  Until, that is, I didn't know it anymore.

That's where the Black-Eyed Peas came in.

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Anonymous said…
"Dirty Bit".... and rob base's old song is built into another popular one. They help us reminisce.

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