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  1. Back in the 70’s I managed the hamburger stand at the city beach in Sandpoint, Idaho. This song got so much play on our jukebox that became it lodged in my memory like juicy fruit stuck to my appendix. Thanks for posting this; it took me back to when I was 18 and the world was opening up to me like, well, a steamed clam. It moves me to similes.

  2. Right up until 2010 I played in a corporate covers band. On and off for about thirty years. For 20 of those years I had a music / business partner who could really play the guitar.
    One night as we were knocking down he said to me that he was thinking about quitting. He could live with the late nights, the grief from his wife etc but there were a few songs he was just sick of playing. Me too, I said. Our set list was aimed at over 35s, all standards aimed at getting people up and dancing. So we sat down in the pub one night and took a red pen to half that set list.
    Fox on the run was the second song we crossed out. God I hated that song.
    We also refused to play the Scottish song, walking on sunshine, brown eyed girl. All ok songs, but after about 1,000 times god they got old.

    1. That is much like I feel when 1 and my wife go out to a bar or club with live music and or a dance floor.

      Bloody Boomer music, over and over and over and always too loud.

      It was OK back in the day but you are right, the 1001st time was the end of it for me.

  3. I love The Sweet, but I always got the impression that this was one of the bands Spinal Tap was mocking.

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