This is funny stuff. Yesterday, as I was driving in my car with both kids, returning from a fruitful trip to Hobby Lobby, the song, "Head to Toe" by Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam came on. I knew every single word to this song. And it gave me a major flashback.
Let's go back to June 1987. Angie Lemmon and I are sitting in my bedroom on Blueridge Drive. We are in love. In love with Joe Hamilton and John Durbin. We both have it bad. Unfortunately for us, the love is not reciprocated.
But Angie and I had a plan, a plan that was sure to make even the coldest 12 year old heart fall in love with us.
We were going to make them a love tape.
It was going to be the best love tape that any boy at Meadowbrook Middle School had ever heard. So for the next 6 hours, Angie and I sat on the floor of my bedroom waiting for 106.1 to play the songs that would really let our true emotions be felt.
As most of you remember, making a love tape is hard work. You have to be sure to push play and record simultaneously. You have to make sure that you get as much of the beginning of the song as possible that doesn't have the annoying DJ in it. You have to call said DJ about a million times to request your songs. It was a tough job, but we were up for the challenge.
Hours later, with only Cheetos and New Coke to replenish our fading energy, the love tape was complete. It was a masterpiece. A love tape that would have John and Joe at my front door begging for us to "go with" them. It was going to work.
It just had to.
We knew both boys were swimming at John's grandmother's house. So we called, asked for John, and when John answered we said, "This is for you and Joe" and pushed play. Laid the phone receiver next to my jam box and let music play.
All two hours of it.
I don't remember all the songs but I do remember there were more than one Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam tunes.
"Nothing's Going to Change my Love for You" was on there more than once I am sure.
"I Can't Fight this FEELING" REO Speedwagon
"OH I, I just DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT!"
I'm sure some Chicago and such. You get the picture.
Did the love tape work? I don't believe so. But we got poetic justice a few years later, 9th grade. Angie and I were about a foot taller than both boys and had the older, more mature guys hot on our trail. Joe and John were left in the dirt. And you know what?
They never made us a love tape.