*Ballpark incident? …/lights up… I’ve literally just tweeted ‘Ballpark’ out, Clicky…*
*That’s a sync… /smokes… I knew I should have included Nineteen Eighty Four…*
*Could be, Clicky…*
Welcome to Day 12 of the LoL’s Song Challenge, Dear Reader. No doubt the original creator of this challenge put the task of naming a song from one’s preteens at day 12 of this endeavour on porpoise, being as 13 is the age one become’s a teenager…
*It’s funny ‘cos it’s true…*
^The Undertones – Teenage Kicks (Official Video)^
Therefore, below, are Cade fon Apollyon and mine’s preteen choices, songs from circa 1967 – 1980. Enjoy!
Day 12: songs from preteen years
Cade’s first song pick…
We’re on the dirty dozenth day, so I guess it’s okay for me to go ahead and spring a thought that I had about this “30 Day Music Challenge” back on Day 2.
Big Five Personality Traits
Personality Test-Jung Typology Test™
14 Free Personality Tests You Can Take Online Today
Not suggesting that someone is reading my and Roob’s picks and shouting “AH HA!” at seeing a particular something being picked by one of us, but, they may be. You never know who is watching, nor why. Heh…heh…heh! Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, roller skating.
Um, I didn’t understand this song at all when I first heard it. I only know that it completely blew my socks off when I first heard it. How in the hell they were doing that…thing? With the voice? How are they doing that? I can do a slow and jazzy, weaving two-step to it while roller skating. Holy hell this song is the most funky song I’ve ever heard! Who in the hell is this ‘David Bowie’ person anyway?
^Fame (2016 Remaster)^
Roob’s first song pick…
Sunday mornings, when we lived high above Electric Avenue in Brixton, London, mum would let me and my sister play our records on her Hi-Fi and dance about the front room, while she made Sunday lunch. This was a fav…
^Carl Douglas Kung Fu Fighting (Original Music Video)^
Cade’s second song pick…
Preteens. I’d be remiss not to include something from “my other life”. I was already a dumpy, dorky, nerdy, sickly, ugly-assed and accident-prone kid. Why God WHY?!?!?? Why did I also have to be…a Christian?!?!?!? Go to church?!?!!? I’m already hated enough without all that additional trauma. Le sigh.
Worse yet…God…you gave me…a singing voice?!?!?!? A girl’s range in a boy’s body?!?!? That’s all I got as a gift upon being spun off into this world??????
What in the hell is wrong with you…God??????
^Holy, Holy, Holy^
Speaking of church and religion and oppression and similar stuff, all the cool kids liked the band Kiss. To be honest, I never really “got it” with respect to their music. ‘Detroit Rock City‘ was indeed a rockin’ tune, and ‘Beth‘ I also liked, but other than that, I hadn’t heard anything from them that I liked that much. Just didn’t do anything for me, and a lot of stuff out there that I liked a helluva lot more. I never would tell the other kids that tho. All that said, I really REALLY wanted a Kiss album for Christmas just so I could say I had one, and then I’d be a cool kid too. Welp, I got an album for Christmas that year, and Kiss was on it, but it wasn’t a Kiss album. It was a compilation album put out by the record company that had one single Kiss song on it. Merry Fucking Christmas.
^Calling Dr. Love^
Roob’s second song pick…
On Sunday afternoons, we’d listen to the radio to hear a rundown of the UK’s top 40 Chart and learn what song had reached number one, and on Thursday evening’s we’d watch it on the telly on ‘Top of the Pops’. Thinking about it now, it was kinda ritual, and David Essex’s ‘Gonna Make You A Star’ is a stand out memory of that…
^David Essex • Gonna Make You A Star • TOTP 1974^
Cade’s third song pick…
If you wanna get a psychological bead on someone’s personality, I’d imagine that the music your test subject likes is as good of a metric as any to use in order to find out what makes them tick. Lotta scars in my past. Lotta bumps, bruises, breaks, and blood. Talking about them even in the most constructive of manners can still be interpreted as something bitter or hateful. Maybe even spiteful or malicious. Opening old wounds. Beating dead horses. Living in past. Not moving on. Not growing.
I got no answers. Music was just about my only escape, and even that was heavily regulated. Pretty sure I’m not angry, just telling it like it was. What in the fuck does all that have to do with anything? I dunno. Supposedly, we’re all stronger at the broken spots. Does the fact that I made it to where I am without blowing my own brains out count for anything? Or am I just a waste of space burning valuable oxygen.
^Almost Famous – Tiny Dancer^
Roob’s third song pick…
In 1977 my Grandad Packer died and so the family upsticks and moved in with my Nanny P in Rotherhithe, London . We’d gone from an area that was predominantly black to one that was very white. Mainly because Rotherhithe had already lost it’s docking industry and was still derelict from the efforts of the Luftwaffe some 35 years before. ‘Parallel Lines’ was the first album I bought for myself as a preteen, and now Sunday mornings were spent in my bedroom, listening to it over and over again whilst mum and nan made Sunday lunch…
^Blondie – Sunday Girl – HD^
The final word to Cade…
Five songs when only three are required? Excessive, I know. But I’m working here. May not appear that way, but yeah, lots of work going on here.