Rob Knight

Things that change with time.

November 23, 2006

Two guys with short shirts

I grew up during the mid-80’s. That means that I lived through a very…interesting time of music in America. Although my dad generally played NPR on the radio in the car, when he didn’t, we were treated to an 80’s easy-listening experience that still resonates with me today. Resonate here being used to describe a facial tick that develops whenever I hear Sadé.

At my gym however – where there happens to be a large percentage of college kids born in the late 80’s – anything goes because they don’t know how painful it was to experience some of that music firsthand. So on a day when I choose not to bring my iPod to my workout (once a week, I opt for an organic workout free of any kind of technology), I am treated to a block of Wham! on the gym’s speaker system.

Time can never mend
The careless whispers, of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There’s no comfort in the truth
Pain is the hole you find

When I was 10, George Michael was singing to women in this song. Twenty years later, I can only chuckle when I hear it. Exactly what hole did you find, George?