It was bound to happen. I find myself criticizing my daughters music and humming music from the 1980s. It just pops in my head. Only instead of Frank Sinatra, I am humming Don Henley or Phil Collins.
There is one very notable difference between me and the previous generation. When I get a particular tune stuck in my head, I just go to the Internet, type in a few words from the lyrics to determine the album, switch to eBay make a bid and get the CD in the mail 10 days later. Presto.
Just in case you were wondering. The song is the Vice rap from the Miami Vice soundtrack from 1989. Got it on eBay for 10 bucks. 21st Century style.
As I was listening a devious thought popped in my mind. Someone should kidnap Lou Dobbs and Pat Buchanan and drop them down in the middle of a large Miami neighbourhood. They may get a little perspective on America. I spent some time in Southern Florida and it’s Dobbs’ worst nightmare.