Tuesday, March 17, 2009
File Under: Things One Shouldn't Admit in Public (Or, Camptastic Tuesday)
I'm pretty sure I've admitted this here before:
As a squishy pre-teen boy, I was obsessed with Olivia Newton-John.
I'm not quite sure why I feel compelled to re-admit this today, but ONJ has come up in conversations several times this past week...and I'm in dire need of any sort of stimulus to get this blog back off the ground.
My bedroom was littered with posters (Xanadu, et.al.), long-playing records (Totally Hot, et.al.), and drawings I made of the world's single (at the time) Australian Superstar. At one point, I begged my mother to buy me a braided headband, so I could emulate her look from Physical.
In the privacy of my own room, of course.
In hindsight, I realize my mother must have been deeply concerned with my need for said terrycloth headband...or at the very least, she laughed her ass off at my expense.
In the privacy of her own room, of course.
Above is the video for "Twist of Fate" from the soundtrack of the entirely unwatchable Two of a Kind. I bought the album and taped this video off of television long before I had the mispleasure of seeing Two of a Kind on HBO. Based on this video, I thought the movie was about some sort of neon Thunderdome/Star Chamber discotheque alternate universe in which ONJ must beg and plead to return to Planet Earth to reclaim the still-handsome John Travolta before he fell into the evil clutches of Scientologists out to remake him a bloated, annoying, overpaid ham.