Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Sound of My Youth

I have been so busy this past week I havent had time to blog or even ride! Rain or shine, tomorrow I am getting on my pony, Mae! Yes! The name has stuck! I still have to think about it every time I say it and occasionally I slip up and call her P____ but I always correct I guess you could say it has stuck... Umm... well... besides.... Okay, okay, I might have had a little trouble with the last part of the name... Mae Mobely was a mouthful! I didnt really change it, change it... I more just let it come naturally... Oh for Pete's sake! I cant lie... I changed it! I had to give up on Mae Mobely. Mobely just wont roll off my tounge! So I tried Mae-Boley (bow-lee) and I loved that but what came out, every time, was Mae Belle. Mae Belle. Mae Belle. And the damn thing stuck. So be it.

What does all of this have to do with "Songs of my Youth"? Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. But yesterday I spent the day working at a job site where I shared a space with a middle aged carpenter with a serious love of old rock. I would kill to get my hands on his songlist! Oh man! It was just classic after classic. We listened to a Tom Petty, Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Seger, Bob Seger and more Bob Seger. It was awesome!

When Queen's "Under Pressure" came on I commented to my Mom that never in our ten year relationship has the generational gap (18 years) between DB and I been apparent than when he first played me that classic ol' Queen (and David Bowie) song and all I could hear was Ice Ice Baby.

However yesterday, when those first trademark riffs of Under Pressure began, and I found myself humming "Um boom ba bay, Um boom ba bay, Ba ba boom ba be be... Pressure! Pushing down on me, pushing down on you..." ... I knew that some part of my youth had died, I had officially lost touch with that young girl I once was, the one who, on hearing a beat like that, would cock her head to the side, purse her lips, point her finger gun in the sky and let loose some gangsta' swaggar Vanilla Ice style "Yo VIP! Let's kick it!"

Queen and David Bowie

Vanilla Ice- Ice Ice Baby


  1. "To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle"
    Sorry - being of the same generation these lines just popped in my head. What sorry lyrics. LOL

  2. "All right stop collaborate and listen
    Ice is back with my brand new invention
    Something grabs a hold of me tightly
    Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
    Will it ever stop yo I don't know
    Turn off the lights and I'll glow"...

    wow... sorry lyrics is right!

  3. Oh man!! I had that tape and thought I was the only one in the world (except my bestest firend) who listened to it, lol thanks for the memories.

  4. Great equestrian blog! Why not come and post this among other equine blogs at Haynet - Equine Social Blogging Network. Hope to see you there!