The Beat Of The Rhythm Of The Night And That One Girly Dude With The Chintzy Mustache.

Oh, this is so bloody peppy, it makes that one Lionel Richie song sound like a draggy funeral dirge. It's the kind of flashback pep you need on a day like today. An 80's era pick me up, if you will...

Yeah, I mean, you don't have to go hard and heavy, or down and sappy all the time. Sometimes you just want fluff, something inconsequential and light to lift you through three or four minutes. Look at that guy's mustache. Ain't nothing deep or serious happening here.  Just some eighties era neon colored feathers flying out your speakers, here and then gone. Hope is a thing with feathers, to quote Woody Allen for no reason whatsoever.

When my sister got her first paying job, she bought a combo radio/tape/record player from Sears. She would listen to it when she got ready for work, spraying an enormous amount of hairspray onto her head as Ready For The World, New Edition or Debarge flounced away in the background. That's what I think of when I hear this song. Hard to believe she's a mother of two nearly grown boys and in her mid forties. Anyway, enjoy this tune, because it is your-

-K-101.7 Song Of The Day!

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