Ambrosia-You're The Biggest Part Of Me
When I saw this video on youtube it reminded me of hanging out with my best friend in high school, Melanie. Yeah, we thought we were pretty bad a** at the time. But the truth is, after we played our Ministry and Suicidal Tendencies CD's repeatedly, we'd get bored and listen to the "all your favorite classic songs by your favorite classic artists" mellow rock station. Whenever they'd play Ambrosia's "You're The Biggest Part Of Me," I'd turn and tell Melanie,"I hereby dedicate this song to my butt, because it truly is the biggest part of me." I repeated the same line verbatim everytime. It never got old. Much like Melanie's prank of getting people to roll down their car windows so she could ask them if they had any Grey Poupon mustard and then driving away laughing while the drivers just looked at us; puzzled. We'd always erupt into giggles as the tender love song by Ambrosia filled the room with early 80's cheese as I looked behind me and serenaded my own butt. This is besides the point, but not only do I love Ambrosia the group, but I also love Ambrosia Salad. Tastes best with bread while listening to Bread, though.
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Let me guess. You usually eat that when you're visiting relatives in Chicago?
Make a WISH! BABY! Well and I will make it come tru-u-ue. I love this song.
My sister had this song on an aerobics record. The only memory this song conjures up is bad workout outfits.
compulsive-Well, this is certainly eerie. I grew up about three hours outside of Chicago. Put that heathen Magic 8 Ball down this instant, woman. A tool of divinification is a tool of the devil himself!
millie- I'm more partial to "How Much I Feel." It used to make my weep at the end like a sad story that repeated itself every time I hit track 9 on my CD player. I'm a much stronger person now though.
carrot-That honor belongs to Hall And Oates "I Can't Go For That." I used to watch my mom and the rest of her pudgy 30 something year old friends Jazzercise to it in their leotards. Thankfully, thong leotards hadn't been invented yet, and none of them owned Jane Fonda workout wear. However, many of them, my mom included, had their white panties hanging out the leg holes of their leotards since they didn't wear tights with them. Quite a sight to see. I think of it whenever I hear that song too.
Thanks EWL for that lovely visualization...oh does that bring back memories!
Isn't "How Much I Feel" where he sees his old girlfriend, and tells her that when he's dusting the dish with his wife, he still sees the girlfriend's face? On how many levels would you get creeped out by that? Or would you be flattered?
And HA! Leotards with underwear sticking out... Oh dear. Whatever happened to the old "sweatpants" idea?
or abrosia ricew pudding? I had not heard of them before, believe it or not!
Have you guys been sneaking over to my house at 7 am? I'm one of those pudgy 30 somethings!
Actually, I wear a sports bra and shorts. My girls sometimes ask me why my belly is showing, and isn't that immodest?!!!!
You know how when you make bread the dough is so soft and mushy, and you can knead it? Well, that is what I'd be singing to. My lower abdominal bread dough.
millie- You have the man all wrong. He only said that "sometimes" he still sees her face. Besides he already told his wife, "You're The Only Woman That I Really Love And You're The Only Woman I've Been Dreaming Of." What more do you want from the dude? I'll have you know that my mom worked out with the best and the brightest of Houston's Jazzercise elite. Maybe having your granny panties dangling out of a black leotard while you showed your pasty white and tightless legs, as you shook your groove thang to Hall And Oates, was the official uniform.
jams- And you call yourself a cultured individual? PSHAW! Your homework assignment is to run out and buy Ambrosia's Grestest Hits post haste. They had a string of hits from 1980 to 1983-ish, and then fell off the face of the earth to that little known sphere where all has been musicians get sucked up into. They're hanging with Vanilla Ice and doing The Macarena last enyone heard from them.
elizabeth- I'm not a "pudgy" 30 something. I'm downright fat. However, I have spared the world from seeing my body in all its glory wrapped up in any leotard apparel, or anything even slightly resembling a Spandex/Lycra blend. I'm a sinner, to be sure, but some sins, like fat women in bike shorts, should never be committed. My evil stepfather, the one before my decent stepdad, had huge fat doughy arms. The thing is, they were full of brown freckles dotted all over them too. I used to tell him that his arms looked my moms whole wheat bread dough. No wonder the man beat me to a pulp all the time. I was kind of bratty.
I feel you on the 80's music... I don't think it's possible to hear a Journey song with out singing along.
SOME DAY! LOVE WILL FIND YOU! BREAK THOSE! CHAINS THAT BIND YOUUUU!
You've got me all singy. And I can't believe you're making excuses for "I mentally cheat on my wife in the tenderest of moments" Guy. He's not even a good lip sync-er. Just watch him half-heartedly fondle that guitar. Maybe he's still seeing his girlfriend's face and just can't quite focus.
I'd bust out Whitesnake whenever I'm in the mood for some lovin'.
To borrow a quote from Nacho Libre, "When you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It's for fun."
'Nuff said.
on the run- It's not possible to hear a Journey song without envisioning Steve Perry's stringy man-mullet either.
millie- You're right, of course. He was fondling his guitar. That must have been the basis for "While My Guitar Gently Weeps!"
chris- Yes, chris, but what we really want to know is what song you've dedicated to your personal man parts. ACDC, "Big Balls," and ZZ Top's "Tush" do not apply here. Nice try. I know what you were thinking. I pray that King Missile's classic, "Detachable Penis," also does not apply. Ewwww.
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