My musical journal: ‘Eye in the Sky’ by The Alan Parsons Project
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For some reason I will never understand, I started babysitting when I was nine. The nine year old me thought it was awesome and grown up; the 38 year old me thinks that my parents and the parents of the children that I watched were freaking idiots.
Great form of birth control, though. Unbelievably effective. But I digress…
So, it was 1981 and I was nine. I was babysitting a little girl named Stephanie and looking for something to do after she’d gone to bed. I found The Alan Parsons Project album on the turn-table. Music was already an important part of my life and I’d listen to virtually anything to see if I liked it. I played this song over and over.
I thought it was a weird concept… eye in the sky, looking at me? I was hanging out in someone’s basement, pretending I was an adult and this was my hip single’s pad. No one was looking at me. I could do what ever the hell I wanted.
So I did.
While poking through one of the cupboards, I found a movie called “Last Tango in Paris.” There was naked people on the cover so I knew it would be really good. I’m not sure what it was rated but it was the closest thing to a porno I had seen up until that point.
I watched it. And rewound the dirty parts.
It fascinated me. The things they did. They way they did the things they did. I had no idea half of that was even possible. And they weren’t in love and married, they didn’t even know each other. They had sex the very first time they met. Didn’t even take all their clothes off, just started fucking right there. They even called it fucking.
I watched that movie the next time I came to babysit, too. And the next time. And the next. Probably not the time after that, though. Just kidding.
If I was in that house, that movie was in the VCR.
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For some reason I will never understand, I started babysitting when I was nine. The nine year old me thought it was awesome and grown up; the 38 year old me thinks that my parents and the parents of the children that I watched were freaking idiots.
Great form of birth control, though. Unbelievably effective. But I digress…
So, it was 1981 and I was nine. I was babysitting a little girl named Stephanie and looking for something to do after she’d gone to bed. I found The Alan Parsons Project album on the turn-table. Music was already an important part of my life and I’d listen to virtually anything to see if I liked it. I played this song over and over.
I thought it was a weird concept… eye in the sky, looking at me? I was hanging out in someone’s basement, pretending I was an adult and this was my hip single’s pad. No one was looking at me. I could do what ever the hell I wanted.
So I did.
While poking through one of the cupboards, I found a movie called “Last Tango in Paris.” There was naked people on the cover so I knew it would be really good. I’m not sure what it was rated but it was the closest thing to a porno I had seen up until that point.
I watched it. And rewound the dirty parts.
It fascinated me. The things they did. They way they did the things they did. I had no idea half of that was even possible. And they weren’t in love and married, they didn’t even know each other. They had sex the very first time they met. Didn’t even take all their clothes off, just started fucking right there. They even called it fucking.
I watched that movie the next time I came to babysit, too. And the next time. And the next. Probably not the time after that, though. Just kidding.
If I was in that house, that movie was in the VCR.
3 comments:
9 years old, huh? That's a bit early to get to know the dirty truth, I think. I think the kids in school talk alot, so I think my son knows more than I hope he does.
Gonna have me a talk with him some day. But not this year.
I was looking at Playboy with my boyfriend the year before that. And I absolutely agree: it was way too early to know that stuff. I was practically born an adult. Or I wanted to be one, anyway. How old were you when you learned the dirty truth?
Well I guess I were around that age. Kids talk. Older siblings talk. Then you talk, but you really don't know what you talk about. Think I saw my first dirty movie when I was around 11. But I've always adored women, since as far back I can remember.
Women; the pains and pleasures of life.
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