The reason Liz is the subject of this special edition, she commented last week, “. . .though I will say that you’ve replaced all those wonderful old-school earworms with the grizzly image of Fannie’s dad in a red speedo. With a tool belt. Star Wars will never be the same!”
I spent the weekend contemplating what had the strength of Star Wars but implied happy thoughts. For a brief moment I considered Sesame Street.
But like Dr. Sheldon Cooper, I erased my imaginary wipe board. So now my conundrum, what to play?
A long forgotten memory from the ghosts of boyfriends past pushed its way to the forefront based on another of Liz’s comments elsewhere. The wrong one got away. For good reason. He was a nice computer geek who dreamed of becoming the next Vanilla Ice. Every Sunday evening we listened to a radio program called “Rap Attacks” on KCMU, a Seattle radio station.
The hosts were DJ Shockmaster Glen Boyd and DJ Nasty Nes (Nes Rodriguez). They were at the forefront of Seattle’s rap music scene at a time when Seattle was all about the grunge. The one that got away wanted to meet these two desperately. I don’t know if he ever did.
After my husband and I got married, who should move to the apartment next door but an unassuming neighbor named Glen Boyd. Yes, that Glen Boyd. I didn’t figure it out until he hung his gold records on the wall of his living room.
Glen fell on the floor when he found out I was a fan. My I-can’t-rap-to-save-my-life rendition of “Posse On Broadway” pushed him over the edge. Let’s face it, I’m not your typical demographic for a rap fan.
A revelation gobsmacked me. Go the opposite direction. In a naughty but nice sort of way.
So Liz, while this may not go well with poptails or Friday cocktails, perhaps this will remove the Speedo from your memory. It has the bonus of being a “non-Star Wars space theme” and debuted in the Eighties.
So here is M|A|R|R|S with Pump Up The Volume. Dancing optional. 😉
Glen—thanks for the inspiration.