Skip has told me time and time again that his first memory his Mother has of him enjoying music involves him singing along to Blondie at full volume as a toddler in the car. The response was instantaneous and the experience potent. I watched my own boys fall right in line like a couple of bewitched zombies this past weekend. What is it about Debby Harry that takes hold of males and females from the first moment and into eternity? Everything. Simply everything. It is not just a request for "Tide is High" that I get but an embarrassed blushing coo for "Blllooooondie" from my two year old. He is in love. No mistake about it. And I get that.
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