"Remember Walkin' in the Sand" by the Shangri-Las

"Leader of the Pack" is a classic, and her voice is majorly sexy in it, but I can't pick it due to the lyrics. So I pick this one. I love her voice because it seems way off, but it's really arousing, probably because of that. Plus, the music just hangs and sways like the most engaging overcast day. I love rain and I love storms, because they look how I feel: grim, but actually nurturing. You need the rain. Dark clouds are beautiful. If you don't like storms, you won't understand how sexual this song is: "The night was so exciting/When he touched my cheek," with all those seagulls going crazy, probably dying in the lightning. Real beautiful. Haywire electrical brain aneurysm. Thanks to love.

This is like a sexy funeral march, a black parade.

Then they go into beatnik mode in the chorus, which is just this reverent little poem to memory. As you can tell, I have a real hangup about memory. I used to find myself thinking, "At this exact time last week I was doing ___," very often. I don't do that much anymore, but I do love the human capacity for memory. It's one of our great gifts, and I fear suffering from Alzheimer's. I love reliving my past, though I try not to get obsessed with it. Music is a great memory enhancer, so you get why I'm writing all this.

Time: it seems like yesterday her baby went away, but it's been two years ago. He breaks up with her by mail while away. Complete pussy. Curious that the song gives you the impression that he's dead, but she's really just lost him. In a way, she's dead. The other girls are like these skeletons just swaying to the song. "Softly we'd meet," is a great line. Better than Dylan. This girl has such huge power, without the ability to wield it entirely. In other words: major crush material. Kind of like Carrie, I guess, but I don't like Stephen King enough to want to actually sit through many of his books.

For good measure, here's "Leader of the Pack":



I love how all these songs have this galloping beat which sounds like people having sex. No wonder these singles were hugely successful. Now the radio is just bland pacifying shit for people who don't know any better. Give me the sex, love, and gore, again. And rock on, girls.