Yep, that's right folks, it's that lonely little voice calling out from the depths of cyberspace into the great nothing, and that little voice, Moi, is feeling nostalgic... Not that you haven't noticed the recurring theme. Sometimes I wonder if I enjoyed these bits as much at the time as I remember them now, but no matter. A little smile when no one else is around, that little tap of the feet to the music, and yes, even the occasional tear trickling down the cheek could very well be constructs of both experience and imagination all tempered by time.
Today, tonight, whatever, as I listen to the night waiting for the storm to hit, I'm thinking about a group that took us all by storm, won our hearts, and then left us all feeling just a little bit betrayed... Well, not me, at least, but definitely those douche-bags at Rolling Stone and MTV (That's right, the 80's child called someone a douche-bag...Faggot, butthole, and queer aren't far behind, and they aren't so much a reference to fashion conscious men as they are indicators of an idiot or someone I just plain don't like)
When "Girl You Know It's True" came out, we were all awestruck by the catchy song, the new dance moves, and the style and charisma of Rob and Fab. We memorized the songs, attempted the dance, and sat by the radio with the blank cassette in, hoping to get that classic recorded on our mix tape....
Then, our world collapsed.... Milli Vanilli was a fraud. Two good looking black guys lip syncing to a tune sung by ugly black guys. We buried our loyalties, turned on the impostors and moved on to better music with more integrity....
Personally, I think it's retarded. That song, as well as the others, was awesome! The video rocked! And hopefully father time has worked his healing magic on us enough to look back and remember with fondness.... Ladies and Gents, I give you "Girl, You Know It's True"
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