It's 3 in the morning and I am being to seriously lose steam. But just now iTunes brought up 'My Sharona.' You can't listen to that song without moving around a bit - it's the law. And now I am slightly inspired.
When I graduated from my improv training at Boston's Improv Asylum, we had a grad show (as does everyoutgoing class, obviously.) Our grad show was meant to be about one-third sketch, one-third short form games, and one-third long form improv. The sketches went off beautifully; the short form stuff was pretty good, and then we got to the long form. In this case we were getting one input. We had our weakest player ask for the title of any eighties song. People shouted out some great suggestions that we be able to have a lot of fun with - Tainted Love, Freeze Frame, Livin' on a Prayer, Hungry Like the Wolf - I think those were all among the ones tossed out. Cool stuff, ripe with possibilities. But what doe he pick? My Freakin' Sharona. Not particularly inspiring as far as an item to build fifteen minutes of scenes about. And you know what? It's from 1979. Not even an 80s song!
Schmuck.