Musical Crustacean
May. 10th, 2021 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plonqThe song Rock Lobster by The B-52's just came up in my Spotify playlist this morning. I was working on something else while it was playing, but in the back of my mind I couldn't shake off the realization that I find the song a bit irritating, and always have. I don't hate the song, but it's one of those ones for which I would not stop the radio if I had it scanning stations to find an interesting one.
I remember adding it to my playlist, and even at the time I acknowledged to myself that I was only doing so for nostalgic reasons. The song was popular among some crowds when I was in high school, and I guess we are supposed to feel nostalgic for those times.
I wasn't part of the crowd with whom this song was popular, though. The folks who listened to Rock Lobster tended to be the clean-cut, gregarious, cliquish, cool kids who would chill together in the auditorium and dance to quirky music and then go do whatever those kids did after school. I was one of the moody, long-haired kids who listened to Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, hung around in the computer lab, and played D&D in our spare time.
I actually had friends in the popular group, but I had to separate them from the pack in order to hang out with them. I still keep touch with some of them on Facebook.
And here I am, almost forty years later, listening to a song that I never really liked back in the day. And I'll leave it in my playlist, so it will likely pop up again sometime in a few weeks. Because ... nostalgia ... I guess?
When I was grilling burgers on Friday, we tossed some bacon onto the grill so that we could make bacon-cheeseburgers. Obviously this was far too much bacon for the burgers, but we threw the rest in the fridge to have with breakfast the next day.
The following day we nuked it and had it with pancakes. I'd already eaten one slice before I decided to keep the second one for a picture.
It wasatara's suggestion to cook the bacon on the grill, and having done so, I am sold on this method. It came out darned near perfect, and as much as I like the smell of cooked bacon, it gets a bit old when the house still smells like it five hours after breakfast.
I remember adding it to my playlist, and even at the time I acknowledged to myself that I was only doing so for nostalgic reasons. The song was popular among some crowds when I was in high school, and I guess we are supposed to feel nostalgic for those times.
I wasn't part of the crowd with whom this song was popular, though. The folks who listened to Rock Lobster tended to be the clean-cut, gregarious, cliquish, cool kids who would chill together in the auditorium and dance to quirky music and then go do whatever those kids did after school. I was one of the moody, long-haired kids who listened to Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, hung around in the computer lab, and played D&D in our spare time.
I actually had friends in the popular group, but I had to separate them from the pack in order to hang out with them. I still keep touch with some of them on Facebook.
And here I am, almost forty years later, listening to a song that I never really liked back in the day. And I'll leave it in my playlist, so it will likely pop up again sometime in a few weeks. Because ... nostalgia ... I guess?
When I was grilling burgers on Friday, we tossed some bacon onto the grill so that we could make bacon-cheeseburgers. Obviously this was far too much bacon for the burgers, but we threw the rest in the fridge to have with breakfast the next day.
The following day we nuked it and had it with pancakes. I'd already eaten one slice before I decided to keep the second one for a picture.
It was
atara's suggestion to cook the bacon on the grill, and having done so, I am sold on this method. It came out darned near perfect, and as much as I like the smell of cooked bacon, it gets a bit old when the house still smells like it five hours after breakfast.
