They Used to Call Me the Streak
Well, not really. That was my brother who was always revealing his buck-naked self to all of my friends as a little boy.
But, calling our incoming Rotary 7770 District Governor nominee Lou Mello “The Illustrious Potentate” on my blog yesterday brought back a memory for me that was reinforced by regular reader Tom Smith’s rampant postings of Ray Stevens songs on Facebook.
Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to listen to secular music. This standard did not apply to my father, who blasted country honky-tonk with reckless abandon in his various company vehicles. The cringing memories of that music is the main reason I can’t listen to country music much to this day.
The boogie-woogie-free zone was problematic for my mother to enforce when we went to visit family. When one of my cousins discovered KISS, my deprived brother and I would walk around in shell-shocked wonder at the beats and the screeching and the posters my cousin had in his room. We’d always return home wanting to “Shout It Out Loud” and other hideous things.
My poor mother spent weeks trying to return us to her staid, straight-and-narrow children again after each visit to those relatives.
Because I found the noise of KISS deafening and the costumes unattractive, I decided to succumb to another deplorable sin.
My cousin Ann had the record “The Streak,” and I played it on her Donny and Marie Osmond record player enough times in succession to memorize every nuance of it. I thought a song about people running around naked in public was far more incendiary than a song called “Love Gun.” (Yes, people, I was THAT naive.)
So, in honor of Mr. Lou Mello’s District Governor Nominee status for Rotary District 7770 and the memories that conjured for me, please enjoy Mr. Ray Stevens’ cheesy video for “The Streak.”