At 9 years old, I think Ace of Base was the first band that I really got into. In fact all 3 of my brothers and I could be found singing All That She Wants and The Sign at the top of our lungs (although I doubt any of my brothers would admit that fact now). I still listen to them every now and then just like the closet dork you may or may not know I am.
About a month ago, I’m listening to the radio and who comes on but Ace of Base (and I’m not on the “Oldies” station that Steven talked about a couple of days ago). It seems the white wonderbread band has got a little Mexican spice thrown in as the song I’d never heard starts talking about various Hispanic men. I think it’s a little weird, but then again I forget the Hispanic population is increasing exponentially in almost every other state in the US. Here, it would be of more worth to speak Chuk or Laos than Spanish. Spanish will get you nowhere. They don’t come here since you know they can’t get here in the back of lemon. **
Anyways, I get all excited as a new song means a new CD. Yippee! Go home and look it up. It’s totally not even Ace of Base, but Lady Gaga. I totally laughed out loud. That woman has more faces than a pair of D&D dice has sides.
**BTW, that was totally a joke. I really don’t care about illegal immigration. Just don’t get my husband started on it.
Go, Ace of Base; one of the great bands of the 90’s that parents and their kids liked together. BUT, just don’t tell anyone that I sing “at the top of my lungs” while driving in the car.
Love you…