Separately, we're good. Together, we're hazardous to proper oxygen intake.

[aruan]

Miranda came over to my place, an almost unheard-of occurrence, seeking shelter from the fire alarm blaring over at Murphree proper. marythefan's Skateland inspired some musical discussion, which led to a night-long (a good six hours or so, as a matter of fact) sing-along marathon invoking late elementary/early middle school:

Who among us did not at one point groove to C&C Music Factory's singular claim to fame, Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)? We reminisced about our friend Brayden having a purple shirt with Tag Team's irrepressible punchline, Whoomp There It Is on it. We learned a few songtitles to hits we knew and loved well, such as the Spin Doctors' Two Princes, Ini Kamoze's Here Comes the Hotstepper, and MC Hammer's Too Legit To Quit. Kriss Kross' Jump wasn't nearly as impressive upon serious listening, although the New Kids on the Block deserve honorable mentions for both Right Stuff and Step By Step. Human League's Don't You Want Me will remain in my heart forever, if only because it was in heavy rotation on the urban station back home right alongside all the rap acts from Run DMC (It's Tricky! Bwa!) to Tupac (California Love, baby). The Bangles! So, so much Bangles. Eternal Flame, Manic Monday, Walk Like An Egyptian, and Heaven Is a Place on Earth before we took a breather. I rediscovered Angelina's Release Me and seduced Miranda with *NSYNC's version of Sailing. Might love that Chasez kid an unholy amount, yes I might. I introduced her to the stylings of Us3 on Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) while she pointed me to Wilson Phillips' Hold On and She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals, a notably impressive name for a band. Oh, for tacky love songs. All-4-One makes their first appearance of several in our roundup with I Swear and Foreigner's I Want to Know What Love Is. On a more melodramatic front, because what were those years between eleven and fifteen if not rife without the turmoil of emotional theme park rides, we have Untouchable Memories, once again by All-4-One, segued into Roxette wailing It Must Have Been Love, while The Carrs lamented about My Best Friend's Girl. Apparently, my foray into the ice medium resulted in some disco tie-ins to my skating music repertoire, such as Anita Bridges' Ring My Bell, Bananarama's Venus, and Tony Basil's enduring classic, Mickey. We Built This City and it will live, breathe, and die by rock & roll, thank you, Starship. And, taking Wang Chung's advice, we will heartily Have Fun Tonight when we join in on the Celebration hosted by Kool & the Gang. We rejoiced heartily over Vanilla Ice and the gang doing Ninja Rap from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze, possibly one of the finest moments in all of cult cinema. All-4-One's I Can Love You Like That actually made me cry a little. Dude, that is strong, emotionally-relevant stuff. Some are sight-texture, I'm sound-smell, so bugger off.

Oh, and there was also quite a bit of Conan watching, with liberal amounts of Colin Farrell interspersed. We've decided we're gonna keep this potty-mouthed, adorably tousled, capricious and clever boy close to our hearts.

Did I also mention that at some point during all that insanity, she graciously made me a hella hard-rockin' cover for my Stay the Night/Fairy Tale soundtrack? *pouncetacklelove* I have the bestest best friend in all the whole wide world, and that ain't no lie. I also hope to never, ever have to find out what life would be like without you, babe.


P.S. Everyone needs to hear John Mayer do Pop in his signature acoustic style. IM or e-mail me and I'd be happy to get it to you any way I can.

P.P.S. The whole sick, sad saga that is Backstreet's tale, from nonexistent royalties after 35 million albums sold to AJ's struggle with being in/out of rehab for problems he's had since age fourteen to the whole mess of Nick's solo career versus the group, absolutely breaks my little heart. It makes all the whining about Lance needing solos feel monumentally insignificant when looking at them and realizing all the things I take for granted within the individual boys as well as the group dynamic of *NSYNC. Best of everything to the Boys.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/billy_/]

Heh I could dance to 80s stuff all night. And did every week in Ithaca. Alas, haven't found a decent 80s night here (people rave about Market St. I went during one 80s night and was 80s music playing while everyone sat at bars or tables. Pass.)

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

It used to be Full Circle downtown, but I hear University Club plays a rockin' 80s dance music set on Tuesdays (?!), with older stuff like Prince as well as newer stuff in the same vein mixed together. Good times, man, good times.

[plumsnickety.livejournal.com]

My god, it's like the best (and scariest) playlist *ever*. ::weeps for junior high music::

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

We conclusively decided that we never, ever wanted to be in middle school again. But the skating rinks! I adore skating, so it's just such a soft spot in my heart, and the fic was just amazing and atmospheric and all the gushy things I already said. Plus, we didn't know most of the songs by heart, so one of us would sing a verse and the other would join in or we'd google it and laugh ourselves silly that we could still remember enough Vanilla Ice to harmonize. Whee!

[trixiesfic.livejournal.com]

Wow, all that music brings back memories. Though it's college for me. My skating rink days were filled with Blondie.

And I'd love to hear John Mayer doing Pop! Can you e-mail it to me? trixie@fangirlz.net Thank you muchly!

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

And lo, you shall watch me take this and run with it as my cause for resolving the guilt issues I still harbor from those two months of lost e-mail I finally managed to wrangle back from the evil clutches of UF's Webmail which included your original message to me, for which I've been shamefully remiss in replying. I've had that lip gloss packed into a cardboard shipping envelope for about a month now, didn't you know. Yes, sad, inadequate creature indeed. Tonight's the night, baby. I'll see if either goddess.com or Hotmail will allow me to send files of that size, and if not, it'll be on a CD to you. Sometimes, I fumble the cookies. Mea culpa sweets. *wises she could mail you some of our tropical sunshine, too* Weather patterns should be as easy to exchange, eh?

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

And it's as I feared. None of my mail services do attachments of that size, so we can either do a file transfer over AIM or I can put it on a CD for you with whatever else and toss it in with the lip gloss. Lemme know...

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[trixiesfic.livejournal.com]

I'll turn AIM on now, if you're still around. Name is trixiespen