I'm a child of the seventies. Although mine was the first generation of Sesame Street and The Electric Company, my biggest social impacts began in the seventies.
I was in the 7th grade when Saturday Night Fever opened. I danced The Hustle at my sister's wedding, when it was THE dance.
My first two "rock star" crushes were Shaun Cassidy and Andy Gibb (he's the baby brother of the BeeGee's, for those of you young'uns out there). I still have the signed copy of Shaun Cassidy's first album my dad got me at the station. And my pink t-shirt with Andy Gibb.
My highest moment during my senior year was meeting Shaun Cassidy in person, at his home, due to a business meeting my dad attended at this house. No squealing, no screaming, but lots of staring. Oh yeah, and I got to hold his newborn daughter, too. And meet his wife. But, who cares. He was in my sights for long enough.
My biggest secret, though, was my Donny. Deep in my heart, was planted my undying, unwavering love for Donny Osmond. Religiously we watch the Donny and Marie show, even when it resorted to the ice skating phase. True love forgives much.
Well, now.
Fast forward and be still my heart.
Donny is back
And on CD.
Donny sings some of my favorite late night, backyard Friday night, lights low, arms around the neck, slow dancing swaying to the music songs of the 70's.
Be still my heart.
Get ready my CD player.
If you just can't wait to hear him pluck the strings of heart and begin love anew, just click here.
Samples! It's like free Ghiradelli, but better.
Now, pardon me while I go lay on my rainbow bedspread, in my bell bottoms and groove to some tunes.
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