Here I Go Again On My Own

I would like to thank Whitesnake for the title of this entry.

I would like you all to know that I am making a resolution here and now (among many others that I keep in list form on my mirror) to blog weekly.

I think I will make my weekly blog day Friday. Crap. Today is Wednesday. Starting this week you will have two episodes of "Life of Allison" and what she feels shooting out into the cosmic void that is the world wide interweb.

Today's is entitled "Here I Go Again On My Own." It makes me think that maybe it should be called "But Scott, who's going to take over the world when I die. Feels like that so some of us." Let's stay with the Whitesnake thread.

I was at my dad's house for two days. I went over for Christmas and didn't leave until the 27th. It's kinda nice to have a spare bedroom rather than a couch, which I have actually slept on before. I have cable. My dad has satellite. I have 100 channels with nothing but Keeping Up with the Kardashians and he has 1,000 channels of reruns and HBO Latino. Something good that comes from 1,000 channels is our ability to play the game.

The game started when I was a lass, probably age 12 or 13. My dad had a subscription to Time Life Music of the 60's and 70's. Every month he would receive a new CD with the designated year's hits. 1974, 1963. They didn't come in order and each year had a follow up CD. Take for example 1979. The CD for the year was called 1979 and the follow up CD was called 1979: Take Two.

To play the game, Dad would play the CD and I would hold the case. He would then be required to name the artist and title for each song. He was very good at it seeing as though he grew up with the music and practically forced me to play the game...okay, so I willingly played the game because it was time with my dad and with loud music. Sometimes he could get in within the first few riffs but other times he would need a hint. Every hint would be two part: 1. Group or person 2. Initals of said group or person.

The Rolling Stones are to this day called the RSs because I didn't know who sang the song so my dad gave me the hint: 1. Group 2. RS. I drew a blank. Forever known as the girl who didn't know I Can't Get No, Satisfaction was performed by the RSs.

The game is so awesome with satellite because he has about 100 channels that just plays music, all the time, commercial-free. But finally, two (and more) can play at the game. Because they have "College Hits" and "Adult Top 40" and "Garage Rock" and "90s" that I can sometimes take a stab at. The first to say the artist and title get the prize of being the first to say the artist and title. Which almost always spawns the discussion of how one knows the song and why it was on the tip of everyone else's tongue.

When a Beatles song comes on you must name the title and the album it is on. Dad can even go as far as to A or B side. I have no reason to not believe him.

There is a channel that is all RSs.

There is a channel that is all Elvis where you are required to say the song and what phase his career he was in while it was recorded: Young, hot Elvis; Religious Elvis; Paunchy Old Elvis.

Which brings me to my point. Here I Go Again On My Own was playing on the 80s hair band station. I knew the song. I thought I knew the artist. I was trying to think, trying to think, trying to think.

This song was featured in a Strong Bad Email...well it was a The Cheat Email when Seb asks The Cheat if he can run a mile. The Cheat is launched off the Stop Sign in The Tire and he sings the line "Here I go again on my own." Strong Bad Email was really popular in my life before I went to Afghanistan. My sister was taking a Physics class (you know the one with the really thick blue book that kills your book budget) with a couple friends and Merrill challenged her to find out who performed the song. She looked it up and found that it was Whitesnake.

I couldn't put the band with the song so I looked at the screen where the vital information was rolling around the screen like a pong screen saver. FREAKIN' WHITESNAKE! I could've hit my head on the couch. I freakin' knew that. Which is the downside of the game. Profanities usually abound while playing the game because we all know the music better than what we give ourselves credit for.

I enjoy the game because we can play it for hours and not get tired of it. I enjoy the game because it brings the family together. I enjoy the game because if we plead our case correctly by saying the song's almost over then we can listen to the next song or even hear more of the song that we want to hear.

Good times.