The Soundtrack of my Youth

A typical Saturday morning before my mommy remarried:

1. My sister would wake me up, and we would take our blankets downstairs to watch cartoons and PBS while my mother slept in

2. We would eventually get hungry and start eating tortilla chips, drinking orange juice, and making up new games to play

3.  My mommy would wake up and start cleaning the apartment with the record player blasting.

She played Sting, Heavy D, Steely Dan, Anita Baker, Sade, Vanilla Ice, New Edition, The Rippingtons, Kenny G, and especially



Don't ask me where my love of grunge, punk rock, and Brazilian baile funk music came from because clearly that precedent was not set in our household...
btw I was at the gym about a month ago and a brand-spankin'-new Heavy D music video came on - woop woop!


  1. Well, well, well. So we've forgotten the class songs, Marvin Gaye and the other stuff. Selective memory I believe. And why couldn't you two eat cereal? Good thing is you had a soundtrack. I'm happy for your originality and the ability to march to the drummer you hear. Continue to listen to the still small voice.