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When was the last time you even thought about this song?
I know where I was when I first heard this cut. It was in St. Louis during my trip where I wrote "Placed by the Gideons" on a record from a Froot Loops box and put it inside the Bible in a motel room. That followed a year that was completely shot to hell by my shitty high school.
Naturally, the school made me repeat the year. I spent the last 6 months of my first attempt at sophomore year goofing off after the principal told me I was going to fail anyway. For the life of me, I don't know why I came back to the same school, but it wasn't my choice.
This story is like a continuation of my entry on "Look Out Any Window" by Bruce Hornsby & the Range. During my first sophomore year, I took art, and the teacher often let us listen to the radio. When Bruce's now-lost hit was on, we lip-synced to it in a comically exaggerated fashion. Art class only had 5 students, and I think I failed the class by one point.
During my second sophomore year, this class was down to 3 students, and we were all among the 5 from the previous year. The other 2 had transferred out of the school completely, because it was such a bad school. At the start of the school year, Winger's now-lost hit was at its peak, and it too got the Bruce Hornsby treatment.
When the bridge of Winger's record came on, a student began lip-syncing it with a hilariously crazed look in his eye. He creepily glared as he mouthed the lyrics. It was as funny as you might imagine.
Whenever something like this happened and people started laughing, the teacher would always get an irritated look on his face and ask, "What's funny?"
Also, between sophomore years was when I had my first Fourth of July bonfire. I conducted this bonfire in my back yard, and I mostly burned textbooks that I was saddled with - which were already ripped to shreds because the school used books that were at least 15 years old. In later years, the bonfires mostly sipped away household trash like light bulbs and broken appliances, but this proud tradition withered and died after we could no longer find a place to do it.