Why do I enjoy freestyle so much? I was in junior high at the height of its popularity, and even then when I would hear it blasting out of cars in the parking lot of the Willow Grove Mall I knew it was terrible. I'd watch the dude slouched in the driver seat of his shitty car, one arm on the wheel, one arm on or around his acid-washed denim clad girlfriend ‒ windows rolled down so we could all appreciate the sweet sounds of Sweet Sensation ‒ and I did not for one second think this was sexy, classy, or cool. At night, though, I'd listen to Q102 even more than Power99 for some reason. In 1990 I was a fat seventh grader who would have had no place to hang out even if I had friends, so I was a captive audience and knew all the freestyle hits backwards and forwards. Did I ever actually like these songs? Do I like them now? Is it really just pure nostalgia at work, or a further example of my deep affinity for terrible dance records in general? Shit, I just can't tell. All I know is my friend Amanda shares my love, if that's what it is, and my second to last night in New York I found myself trying to sing her an Exposé song at 5:30 a.m., but my voice was gone 'cause it was 5:30 a.m. and we had no business being still awake. This one's for you Panda:
dance classics:
Debbie Deb - When I Hear Music (alt link)
It should be two words, "Look Out Weekend." Grammar error SEE ME AFTER CLASS Debbie Deb.
The Cover Girls - Show Me (alt link)
Stevie B - Spring Love (alt link)
Lil Suzy - Take Me in Your Arms (alt link)
slow jamz:
Timmy T - One More Try (alt link)
Stevie B - Because I Love You (alt link)
Oh wait, I definitely do love this song, I used to listen to it at work all the time which means I must really love it. I refuse to be ashamed!
