Posts tagged: oldies
I don't set the car radio on oldies stations. I usually put it on scan. At least when I'm by myself.
But I was on my way over to my mother's to watch the Preakness when the tuner landed on a snippet of “I Get Around” by the Beach Boys. It's a song I admired more when I was in grade school than I do now. But I listened.
And there it was. A lyric that has baffled me since I was 9.
“We always take my car cause it's never been beat
“And we never miss get with the girls we meet”
When I was a kid, I suspect I thought that was some sort of crude teen code for achieving a measure of closeness with bothersome females. Though why anyone would want to do that remained a mystery.
In later years, I might have factored in the possibility that I wasn't hearing it right. Maybe I have even known the actual line in the song at one time or another.
I once had occasion to visit briefly with the late Carl Wilson. I could have asked him.
“Hey, Carl. When your brother and cousin wrote 'I Get Around,' what were they saying about meeting girls?”
Fortunately, I said nothing of the sort. So when that song came on this afternoon, what I heard was “And we never miss get.”
Old habits die hard.
So, my mom and I watched I'll Have Another win the second leg of the Triple Crown. And I came home.
Then I looked up the lyrics to “I Get Around.”
Turns out the actual line is this: “And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet.”
Not quite so vulgar as “get,” I suppose. But it's still bragging.
Yes, hip hop didn't invent that.
“I Get Around” became a No. 1 hit in 1964. But the song on the other side of that 45 is the one that made me think the Beach Boys were special.
Had taken my two bikes in for tuneups last weekend and drove over to pick them up this afternoon.
My original plan had been to wait until Saturday to walk over and ride one home and then walk back and ride home again. But it looks like the streets will be sloppy by then. And I don't really want to coat my brand new chains with winter road grime two seconds after leaving the shop.
My bikes, which are identical except for the horns, were not expensive when I bought them in 2008. I”m quite sure that what I have paid for tuneups over the years eclipses what I shelled out to purchase them.
But I think most of us have places we feel good about supporting. That's certainly how I feel about my bike shop. They have treated me well. And I enjoy talking with the young guys who work there.
The first employee I ever met there, back in the summer of '08, was Joe Perrizo. And he was at the cash register this afternoon as I paid for the tuneups.
I had asked how come they listen to an oldies station in the shop. (They like the songs.) And I was in the middle of telling him a fascinating story about the Monkees tune being played at the moment when we heard an urgent hissing.
I had no idea what was happening. But Joe figured it out.
One of the expensive racing bikes up on a wall to my left had suddenly lost the air in a tire. And it wasn't even being ridden.
Neither of my no-nonsense bikes would ever pull a stunt like that.