Our road trip home from Atlanta took us up through Richmond and on to I-95, and we were scanning radio stations and playing Name that Tune as we drove through, envious of the radio wealth they had there: In addition to the Richmond stations, we heard broadcasts from North Carolina, Virginia Beach, Norfolk, Williamsburg, Petersburg.
There was a time thirty years ago when I was living in Virginia Beach and frequently made that drive up 95 to DC, and so when we came across a station that only played hits of the 80s, it was a little like we had hit an eerie time warp.
Here are some lyrics we heard this evening. Can you name the song?
You got it made with the guy in shades, oh no.
Conventionality belongs to yesterday.
Hey little sister who's your superman?
I think that you're wild
when you flash that fragile smile
There was a time thirty years ago when I was living in Virginia Beach and frequently made that drive up 95 to DC, and so when we came across a station that only played hits of the 80s, it was a little like we had hit an eerie time warp.
Here are some lyrics we heard this evening. Can you name the song?
You got it made with the guy in shades, oh no.
Conventionality belongs to yesterday.
Hey little sister who's your superman?
I think that you're wild
when you flash that fragile smile
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