70's Music

     I am a child of the seventies. Really, a child. I was in elementary school through the seventies. I listened to the music as a child would. I YMCA'd at the skating rink, thought I knew how to put on my my my my my boogie shoes, danced with the shadows, you name it. In fact, when KC and the Sunshine band told us to shake our bootie, we white suburban children had absolutely no idea what a bootie was, except those shoes babies wore, and that didn't make much sense. So my sister and I changed it to something we had heard of but didn't have yet, and ran around singing "Shake your boobies!" I enjoyed the decade, then moved on to my teens and the eighties. Then satellite radio was created. The decade by number system made it easy to catch up on all that music I heard as a kid. I listened to it as an adult. And wondered: how did any of these people ever get laid?
  
  Now, the sixties artists, they had it going on. You can't be with the one you love? No problem! Just love the one you're with. If you can't get a drunk desperate girl into bed with that one, well you just aren't trying hard enough and should be ashamed of yourself. Then, maybe because of women's lib, or maybe we just all got a little lazy, things changed. Then we weren't talking about moving in, or changing your life or anything. But if you have no plans for the evening, maybe I could see you? Really? Did this ever work? For anybody?
  
  But then, as I was parking a customer's car, I was forced to listen to the CD they had playing. Well, not forced, I did find the volume knob to turn it down, but it was playing some new, rappy beat music. The line that caught my attention was "at the strip club where we met." Wow. So my mind is all over the place on this one. Was she an employee, a fellow customer, a passerby needing change for the bus, what? And what fun stories for the grandchildren! "Well, Granny was working the pole like nobody's business, when in walked the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Oh, the pants were down just far enough to see the boxers that matched his shirt, his grill was sparkling, it was magical."
   
 About this time, I was forced out of my imagined story by another line, which I hope was about the same girl, but it's not entirely clear. This one could "suck dick like she was toothless." Wow. Even I am speechless on this one. And I'm rarely speechless. But it does kind of make Goodbye Stranger, it's been nice seem a whole lot more romantic, don't you think?