Somehow or other, things connected to the Go-Go’s have always had a singular effect on me, which is best summed up as: So…I am not the only one.
For someone like myself–a true loner, who scoffs at notions of tribe, it would be impossible to overstate how significant a part of the basic survival strategy this connection can be.
The effect was most melodramatically epitomized by the time the Go-Go’s saved my life and maybe I’ll write about that some day.
But there have been other instances and, today, I ran into a new one.
It seems Jane Wiedlin’s sublime solo hit “Rush Hour” retains the power to create very intense reactions. I wrote about mine here.
Really, you need to go there and read (or re-read) that piece before you proceed.
Because, otherwise, you won’t have any idea of why I can’t help feeling a part of this somehow…
…I only wish things like running in place and leaping in the air were still available options at the Ross household. Or that I could play drums.
Alas, they are not and I cannot.
But I can still smile…and remember.