So, it was vitally important that I listen to Falco's song and whatever interesting trivia Casey introduced with it. Nevermind that my parents hated the song - they said it was "disrespectful" to Mozart. It seems quaint that that was the big argument against a pop song.
I was never one to disobey my parents, and they certainly didn't restrict what we could watch or listen to or read. But I turned the radio waaaay down low so that I could keep the peace but also do my best to memorize "Rock Me Amadeus." It was another bit of information that just might hold the key to success in the strange tween years that I was entering with such clumsiness.
I was sure I would be called upon to discuss the finer points of the St. Elmo's Fire soundtrack, or recite Wham! lyrics on command. I actually transcribed Madonna lyrics just in case I needed them - like hoarding for my own personal nuclear fallout.
It was a stressful time. And how amazing was my fifth-grade brain to think that my social life would depend on Top 40 radio?
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Brilliance. I haven't thought of Casey Kasem in years and oh, my God I listened to him every Sunday morning.
And no less than 83 times on the way to church said, "Turn it up" or "Then put it just on the speakers back here!" or "Turn it UP!"
Because yes. He provided vital information for lunch recess on Monday.
I listened as well. What really bugged me was the slowness with which my parents left church on Sundays and so we almost never managed to make it to the car and turn on the radio BEFORE the song that was that week's number one hit was played. I loved the suspense!
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