mosylu replied to your post “So here’s um a thing I know I talk sometimes, self-deprecatingly,...”
*softly* um please tell me what this song is because I don't know either and I actually work with The Youth of Today
lazaefair replied to your post “So here’s um a thing I know I talk sometimes, self-deprecatingly,...”
My family only listened to classical music and jazz, and I didn’t start listening to music composed after 1950 until senior year of high school. And then it was all obscure electronica. So I’m in the same boat.
shaebay replied to your post “So here’s um a thing I know I talk sometimes, self-deprecatingly,...”
Can I tell you that I had the same exact experience with that song? My boyfriend was all ???????? How did this esxsoe you? And...*shrug* never heard it, never realized it was INSANELY popular, but there it is. Bernstein universe level stuff.
aimmyarrowshigh replied to your post “So here’s um a thing I know I talk sometimes, self-deprecatingly,...”
I've never heard it either and I??? by all rights SHOULD have??? i was in high school when it was out???
sadcypress replied to your post “So here’s um a thing I know I talk sometimes, self-deprecatingly,...”
I don’t know it at all either, I’m so glad I’m not the only one!!
It’s the song behind the following meme artifacts:
“coming out of my cage and I’m doing just fine” which is often parodied as a lot of things, some in all-caps, I had envisioned a much more, uh, emphatic song? It’s the song’s opening line and it’s delivered in a sneer/whine, I have no idea how it morphed as it did for a thousand memes.
“she’s falling asleep and he’s calling a cab” mostly I see this parodied with calling a crab, or made into a series of nonsense phrases, but recognizably formed around the structure of this sentence
and innumerable references to the name of the song, worked into a billion different things.
Here’s the thing-- it’s NOT a Youth Of Today-style song, it’s at least a dozen years old.Â
@lazaefair-- I grew up exclusively on NPR, classical music, sometimes jazz, and some Irish folk music but only vintage LPs of it, nothing contemporary, until I was in junior high and figured out that the dial on my radio moved. I moved it, to the hoochie-pop station, in time for Madonna’s Sex album, which mostly just totally confused me. (I remember TLC too.) I tried an oldies station for a while, which at least meant I’d heard some Beatles songs by high school.
But here’s the thing about the pre-Internet days: I could only hear what the DJ played, with no context, and if I missed the announcer saying who it was, I was stuck. I woke up one morning to my clock radio going off playing “Hotel California” but it was halfway through. I lay there in astonishment trying to figure out what the fuck it was, and was nearly late because I had to wait for the song to end, but the DJ didn’t say what it had been.Â
it was years before i found out what song it had been. I had no way to look it up. there was no Google y’all. There was no shazam. There wasn’t even Wikipedia. There wasn’t any kind of database on the Internet. This would have been circa 1995. I literally had no way to realize that it was just the Eagles being the Eagles. I had no context.
Anyway. Most of what I know about pop music I actually learned in 2014 to write Bucky’s journey of pop culture discovery in The Night Has Seen Your Mind. I’m not even making that up. I got a Google Play subscription and read Wikipedia pages, I’m not even kidding.Â
