Someone recently inquired about my love of Stevie Nicks, and it's true, Stevie Nicks circa 1976 is possibly the greatest person ever in the history of the universe, but anyway, some thirty years ago my brother went to a Stevie Nicks concert and the next day, he mentioned that Nicks was so high she fell off the stage during the show. From that day forward, whenever Stevie Nicks comes up, I immediately think about her falling off a stage in the greatest way possible (in the history of the universe).
Thursday, June 16, 2016
It's Alright, It's Alright (Fun Fact No. 2)
Someone recently inquired about my love of Stevie Nicks, and it's true, Stevie Nicks circa 1976 is possibly the greatest person ever in the history of the universe, but anyway, some thirty years ago my brother went to a Stevie Nicks concert and the next day, he mentioned that Nicks was so high she fell off the stage during the show. From that day forward, whenever Stevie Nicks comes up, I immediately think about her falling off a stage in the greatest way possible (in the history of the universe).
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Dancing on the Ceiling (Fun Fact)
Way back when, I attended the University of Northern Iowa as an undergraduate, and as part of the collegiate experience, I worked out at the Wellness and Recreation Center (also known as the WRC) in an attempt to a) stay fit; b) offset the binge drinking; and c) check people out.
Anyway -and this was before MP3 players were common, so it was harder to drown out the world via headphones while exercising, as strapping a DiscMan to one's arm was impractical and WalkMans were out of fashion- the employees of the WRC got to choose the music that blasted from the sound system. I had a bit of a crush on a lady working at the desk upstairs, and one of her frequent selections was Kylie Minogue's 2001 album, Fever. I don't know if the crush had an effect on my preferences, or if brute repetition played the greatest role, but the (fun!) fact remains that I can't get enough of the album's second track, Love at First Sight.
Why am I sharing this tidbit? The thing is, there aint a surgeon like you any place in all the world, so now, shall I remove my clothes?
Anyway -and this was before MP3 players were common, so it was harder to drown out the world via headphones while exercising, as strapping a DiscMan to one's arm was impractical and WalkMans were out of fashion- the employees of the WRC got to choose the music that blasted from the sound system. I had a bit of a crush on a lady working at the desk upstairs, and one of her frequent selections was Kylie Minogue's 2001 album, Fever. I don't know if the crush had an effect on my preferences, or if brute repetition played the greatest role, but the (fun!) fact remains that I can't get enough of the album's second track, Love at First Sight.
Why am I sharing this tidbit? The thing is, there aint a surgeon like you any place in all the world, so now, shall I remove my clothes?