Working in retail you hear a lot of music. While some of it is great, some of it is absolutely appalling.
My section is on the border of two different sets of music; some to appeal to the youth market, and the rest is put together to appeal to the more refined tastes, finished off with some elevator music.
Call me old fashioned, but I prefer the older stuff. To me, nothing says selling floor like a bit of Jazz Sax followed by Elton and Bowie. Don’t get me wrong, I can whip my hair back and forth with the best of them; but there is a time and place for such shenanigans.
Anyway, last week I was quietly tidying away in my section when a southern beat started to take me over. I don’t know if it was the coffee I had half an hour earlier or the fact that I was in the middle of a soul-crushingly mundane task, but I couldn’t help singing along and having a bit of a boot scoot.
This is not out of the ordinary for me.
The song was Something to Talk About by Bonnie Raitt…and boy did my dancing live up to the title. The song, released when I was four, played a seminal part in my young love of Julia Roberts. That, and her laughing with the snapped fingers in the jewellery box in Pretty Woman (I thought her rubber face was a cartoon), but I’m getting off topic.
I had forgotten how awesomely happy the song makes you. The devil may care attitude of Raitt’s vocals mixed with the rolling beat are near perfect when you need a mid-afternoon pick me up…there is not much more I can really say.
Some fun facts…Raitt is 61 and is still smoking hot, the song was going to be recorded five years earlier but Anne Murray’s producers didn’t think it could be a hit (fools) and Raitt beat out Amy Grant to win a Grammy for this song. My brother liked Amy Grant.
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