My entire evening consisted of making three batches of my famous baked potato soup for my neighborhood's progressive dinner tomorrow. My soundtrack for soup-making was WXPN's excellent Land of the Lost, which shows up the last Friday of each month. It's four hours of eighties music hosted by the highly unappreciated deejay Robert Drake. Drake doesn't play the usual eighties mix. 
Instead, he digs up vaguely familiar songs from some forgotten bands and some forgotten songs from some vaguely familiar bands (got that?).
It's a great show, but these songs are all twenty, twenty-five years old. Whether I want to admit it or not, they're now oldies. When I was growing up, you know what I thought of people who still listened to music from the fifties? They were L-A-M-E. But what I did tonight was the modern day equivalent, wasn't it?
Someone please help me rationalize this boomer-like behavior. I don't want to stop listening to this show, but I'd rather not be considered lame (or at least any lamer than I already am - I did, after all, spend my Friday night making soup).
And now, from one of the songs played on Land of the Lost tonight, the spoken-word interlude of ABC's "Poison Arrow":
He: I thought you loved me but it seems you don’t care.
She: I care enough to know I can never love you.
Now really, who can blame me for wanting to continue listening to this stuff?
[And yes, the masher in the picture is the very same model that I use.]
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