The Isolated Blurt Thread VII: 7th Heaven

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I will admit to liking the geico Kenny Rogers commercial.

But I think that makes me old as I knew what they meant before he started singing.
 
only if you promise not to take your love to town.

also, loan me three bucks.

oh, and be named ruby so that joke is slightly less lame.
 
Laurel is all the people on lit.

she is just that good

You are all just me, talking to myself.

Actually, I do that. Talk to myself, I mean. It leads to awkward embarrassing situations, but that's sort of par for the course in my life. Weird, 'cause when I was a nerdy 12-year-old I soo looked forward to becoming a graceful mature woman, yet here I am at 42 - still a dorky skinny white girl. WTF

Who knows. Maybe at 43 I'll magically morph into a seductive sultry siren who can walk without tripping over her own feet with tissues falling out of her purse. But I'm not holding my breath.
 
or coward of the county.

That song used to bum me out when I was a kid. Long trips in the back of the station wagon, carsick and sad 'cause that guy wanted to do what his dead dad said but ended up having to kick everyone's ass instead.
 
My mom had this Kenny Rogers cd that her and my sister would listen to incessantly on car rides. I ended up smashing it, and to this day cannot stand the sound of his voice.
 
My mom had this Kenny Rogers cd that her and my sister would listen to incessantly on car rides. I ended up smashing it, and to this day cannot stand the sound of his voice.

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There's a genre of music that's not really a genre, but it's what I call "car backseat music" and it consists of whatever tunes your parents played while they drove you around when you were too young to make any musical decisions. The car backseat music experience is different from person to person (even siblings remember it differently), and I think it strongly influences future musical tastes. For example, one time at a rest stop I was really thirsty and pounded a full can of Welch's grape soda (because I wasn't supposed to drink it in the car and we were only stopping for like 5 minutes). About 20 minutes later, we had to pull over because I was nauseous. The soundtrack to my ralphing the whole can and half my lunch into the weeds was The Moody Blues "Tuesday Afternoon". So even today, whenever I hear Moody Blues, I kind of taste/smell bile, grape soda, and road dust.
 
is;ands in the stream that is what we are and that will be stuck in my head for the next hour so and i will be forced to murder many innocents ahhhh ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!
 
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There's a genre of music that's not really a genre, but it's what I call "car backseat music" and it consists of whatever tunes your parents played while they drove you around when you were too young to make any musical decisions. The car backseat music experience is different from person to person (even siblings remember it differently), and I think it strongly influences future musical tastes. For example, one time at a rest stop I was really thirsty and pounded a full can of Welch's grape soda (because I wasn't supposed to drink it in the car and we were only stopping for like 5 minutes). About 20 minutes later, we had to pull over because I was nauseous. The soundtrack to my ralphing the whole can and half my lunch into the weeds was The Moody Blues "Tuesday Afternoon". So even today, whenever I hear Moody Blues, I kind of taste/smell bile, grape soda, and road dust.

Oh, god, that's so true. I also remember trying to bargain with my parents for them to play the "good" music. Though, with three other siblings, we almost always disagreed on what the good stuff was.
 
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