Often, when I get in the car in a bad mood, I turn on Songs You Grew Up With, one of our local classic hits stations, and five times out of six, some song I grew up with comes on and makes me happy. Yesterday when I got in the car in a bad mood, "Jumpin' Jack Flash" was playing, and though I did grow up with it, it did nothing for me. Then I heard that familiar "duh duh DUH duh duh DUH," and felt that surge of I-love-this-song feeling, and turned it up.
Yes, it was Bad Company, "Feel Like Makin' Love," and I drove along, basking in that I-love-this-song feeling. But then I realized that it wasn't Bad Company I loved; it was a cover, an indie cover, an indie medley cover, and I lost that loving-the-song feeling and shifted into a racking-my-brains feeling that wasn't quite as pleasurable, but was still kind of exciting, because I knew that once I remembered, I would be even happier.
Does anybody out there know where this is going?
On the way home (I was picking up M from religious school), I remembered. Two Nice Girls! Two Nice Girls were four dykes from Austin, perhaps most famous for the memorable lines:
I spent my last ten dollars on birth control and beer
Life was so much simpler when I was sober and queer
But the love of a strong hairy man has turned my head I fear
And made me spend my last ten bucks on birth control and beer
They recorded a medley of "Feel Like Makin' Love" and "Love to Love You Baby" (yes, Donna Summers) that is just a great thing.
Right before I got married, in June 1992, I freaked out, as people about to get married tend to do. I ran away to LA--we were living in Berkeley--and went to Disneyland with an old friend from India (oh my god, I just cannot escape Disney), and I came back and went to see Two Nice Girls in San Francisco, I think perhaps at the Great American Music Hall, and decided that if I could still go see dyke bar bands from Texas, I could get married, and then I got married.