I bought the LP when it first came out. Had that tune cranked in the basement, one day when my dad came home. Between the back door and coming downstairs to tell me to turn it down, he was won over. He was an English teacher.
That’s awesome.
Actually listening and comprehending words is becoming a lost art.
Sometimes I feel cursed because I actually listen to the words and I can’t help it.
On a side note. I started this new job a few years ago and my manager, great Christian guy, was sharing details of his side job as a DJ. During our training session he played one of his favorite songs.
Rupert Holmes, Escape, or “Do you like Pina Colads?”
I’m thinking, “Babooshka” by Kate Bush.
So,
I said, “Do you know what that song is about?”
He’s like “What do you mean?”
I said, “It’s about cheating on your spouse”.
He’s like, “Really?, No, No way”. Then after another listen?
I ruined it for him.
And, I’m the A**hole.