How pop music influenced who I am.
‘Do you wanna see me down on my knees.’
Lying in bed in the dark fiddling with a knob, suddenly I take my hand off it. I feel a prick in my ears which shoots over my body. Overcome with endorphins I feel a sudden need to ejaculate, (to utter suddenly and briefly; exclaim. What were you thinking!!) Bright, energetic, bubbly, high-energy dance music enlightens my ears through the headphones. The sound travels between each of my ears in clean, crisp, clear FM stereo.
What is this new sound I’m hearing I wonder? I feel something inside me click and connect with the sounds and the voices. My first time hearing dance music on the newly created FM Stereo network. I push down the Play and Record buttons simultaneously to capture this sound on cassette. I try to be selective as to which songs I record as the blank cassette is nearly full.
I hear extended dance versions of a few songs I am vaguely familiar with in the shorter version format. This nearly sends me over the edge. I hear extra verses and different arrangements. New musical sounds pop and crackle like a coffee peculator. I’m drawn to it like it’s a big shiny disco ball (not that I’d ever seen one yet). After a song I later learn to be Hazel Dean’s Jealous Love another song is mixed into it. This one is a standout for me. The vocals are sexy, urgent, pleading, the music has me wanting to dance in the sheets. I’ve never heard anything like it before. A few weeks later I discover that the track was called Burning Up by a girl named Madonna.
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