Waiting For A Star To Fall - Boy Meets Girl
I almost posted this video yesterday. I was going to justify posting it with an incidental comment about how middle school was a toxic cocktail of being verbally chastised by girls at slumber parties for having no boobs and being turned down by boys at school dances for having no boobs, and how I found companionship in the local radio station, in songs like this.
Perhaps I would have finished it off with some comments on the fashion in the video, which has somehow reentered the sartorial zeitgeist blazing, headbands and all. (That scene at 2:45 where she’s riding the bike around the apartment in leggings and a white linen shirt? I would actually wear that.) But I still wasn’t sure I was ready to admit my love for a song that features a saxophone solo.
Then last night on my bus ride home, I was listening to the All Songs Considered episode where listeners talked about the songs that got them through their teenage years. About how so many of us used to spend to much time in our bedrooms alone, away from the jokes about our chests being like Kansas, listening to the radio. To songs like this.
While it would be so much cooler to say that REM got me through my teenage years (and they did do that, at least once I got to high school), I’d be deluding myself if I didn’t give this song credit for being my happiest teen place of all.
The DJ played this song at Chris & Tracie’s wedding this past weekend, and I nearly exploded with happiness. When I thanked him for it, he said “well they told me they like Tom Selleck, and this was the theme song to Three Men and a Little Lady, so…” That’s what I call RESEARCH.
We tried to count the saxophone solos in the Very Awesome DJ’s choice of songs, and I think we got up to four songs in a row with them before the bourbon kicked in and the shoes were kicked off…
I think this song sums up nicely how happy I felt all weekend. Even when I was a little bit scared of the part that came next, when I knew my friends would all head back to New York and I’d head back south to Cincinnati, not knowing when we’d see each other next. It’s good to grow up and have friends who are amazing, who make you laugh and cry all at once, in a good way. Who will meet you in the morning for one last breakfast at the Huddle House before hitting the road, and promising to see each other real soon, but not really knowing.
I can’t love you this much baby, and love you from this far.
