One summer night back in 1978 I had a little transistor radio. My first electronic device. Small and battery operated I would listen to a few songs
in bed, switch it off, and go to sleep.
One night the DJ said "and now the new song by..." anyway whatever, I had heard DJ's say that before. The song usually wasn't that good. But the
song I heard was great.
So here is the problem.
I never heard the song again.
And worse, some group called the Steve Miller Band immediately came out with a similar sounding song, but it wasn't as good. Something about a crate
of papaya and other meaningless references. I mean I was there! For the great wave of people going to the beach, camping on small islands,
catamarans, sail boats, and all day in the sun. I had never seen a crate of papaya and no one I knew particularly liked them.
Never heard the song I liked again. But goddam this freakin Steve Miller idiot Band was everywhere. Blasting other, better, songs off of all the
radio stations. Then the movie "Jaws" hit, and America stopped going to the beach.
A decade later, Steve Miller is selling Best of Albums. Summer parties in College always seem to have at least one of his songs. But it just
reminded me that people with better publicity obliterate people with real talent. And I still didn't even know the name of the song I liked, or who
A decade later the internet.
I search and search. No luck. No one knows what I'm talking about. Everyone on the Net in those days is either too old or too young.
A decade later, around 2008 I search the internet again. Searching my memory for a lyric, a keyword, something, anything. Nothing.
But now it is really bothering me. Nostalgia has made this into the best Summertime Song I _ have _ ever _ heard, and I can't even remember a single
One night I go into full google-fu and youtube-search. I just new it was real. I wasn't imagining it.
SIX HOURS LATER the sun is rising, I feel like an idiot for wasting an entire night, but I'm driven.
I don't stop. I must have done thousands of search variations. Sampled hundreds of video results.
And then ... I found it.
Ladies and Gentleman: my obsession. After thirty plus years. I got to hear the song Again.
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