Firing off random synapses

My vote for best song title ever (with a pretty damn good song attached):  "How could you believe me when I said I love you when you know I've been a liar all my life," from the 1951 movie, Royal Wedding.  Take a minute to check out the lyrics from this patter song, sung by Jane Powell and Fred Astaire.  They certainly don't write songs like this any more, which I think is a bit of a shame.

I've also been listening, while I work, to those songs from the 1980s that I mentioned in an earlier post.  The techno beat can get a bit wearisome after several hours, but it's just so much fun to listen to the Weather Girls singing "It's raining men, Hallelujah" or grooving with Rick Astley.  Sadly, Madness' song "Our House" won't load.  I did check out the Madness website, though, and it's lots of fun — with a healthy dose of free music, too. 

One of the songs I listened to brought back memories of an old boyfriend, and I was inspired to send him an email.  It won't be entirely out of the blue — we've kept in touch over the years — but it's been a while and I'd love to hear back from him.  I'm happy to say that I have friendly relationships with all the boyfriends I liked best.  I've managed to wipe from my memory those I liked least — so thoroughly, in some cases, that I can't even remember their names.