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Brenda and I were suffering through a dedication radio show at a restaurant last night. You know the kind – some earnest young disk jockey listens to someone pour out their heart and end up dedicating some sappy song to the person who dumped them, or has taken them back or whatever. Roughly 70% of all these dedications are for “Reunited” by Peaches and Herb. I think I can fix the genre, though.
My idea is to leave the sappy stories and the dedication goal in place, but let the DJ pick the song. So some blinded-by-love fool who thinks he’s telling a “Reunited” story can get the “Norwegian Wood” (or, for you Pat McCurdy fans, “Imagine A Picture”) that he really needs. And the joy of sending out a “Jail Bait” or “House Rent Blues” to someone who needs to hear them but didn’t know it would delight me.
I think it would be much more effective than Dr. Phil and more entertaining than Casey Kasem. But I’m a “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” kind of guy.