Thursday, April 22, 2010
I am sitting here with my partner discussing Air Supply as we listen to my newly purchased used vinyl record Air Supply's Greatest Hits. My partner, George isn't half as excited as I am about this new purchase. I understand. I mean with all reason I would not like this band. They are over dramatic, a bit whiny and oh it is love ballad after love ballad. But I love every note. It reminds of my childhood weekends with my mom. Me - nine, her - twenty five. She would pick me up from my dad's and we would cruise to the mall together in her audi with the windows down. I remember these weekends as pure bliss. Me and my momma.