The reason that most of Barry's songs turn into an earworm for me goes back to the mid eighties, when he was really popular with my ex-husband. I made the mistake of buying him the double album on cassette tape for Christmas ... it was the only cassette tape we owned and our little orange Mini car had a cassette player in it.
From then on every single journey we went on, local or long-distance, had a Barry Manilow soundtrack, and we travelled to Manchester every week from Barrow in Furness. We must have had the only five year old that knew the words to all of Barry Manilow's songs off by heart. Simon would sit in his little car seat in the centre of the back seat of the Mini belting out the songs as loud as his little lungs would let him. If it got too much I would tell him to sing very quietly and we could see his lips moving via the rear view mirror.
Happy memories in so many ways, except for the earworm that I have now given myself!!
Sorry about the earworm, Sue!
ReplyDeleteHaha, you are forgiven, now I've just got to avoid reading my own post for the rest of the day. :-)
DeleteThey are so annoying and persist all day..
ReplyDeleteThat's where Pat comes in ... as long as you don't get his tune stuck in your head!!
DeleteHaving had Barry all day yesterday thanks to Angela, I am now singing Postman Pat to a very bemused husband😂 Catriona
ReplyDeleteHaha, I'm sorry. The way to get rid of Postman Pat is to sing Fireman Sam ... don't ask me how I know!!
DeleteSo funny , I remember having very limited music choices in the 70s, so different to now.
ReplyDeleteAlison in Devon x
And yet it's still the 70s and 80s music that gets people on the dance floor. Limited but good. 😃
DeleteOh those earworms! I've only just ma aged to get Do Ya Think I'm Sexy out of my head after Glastonbury!
ReplyDeleteNow that you've typed out the words I bet it's right back in your head. 😄
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