At first I was afraid I was petrified Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my side; But then I spent so many nights Thinkin’ how you did me wrong And I grew strong And so you’re back from outer space I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face I should have changed that stupid lock I should have made you leave your key If I’d’ve known for just one second you’d back to bother me Go on now, go walk out the door Just turn around now (‘cause) you’re not welcome anymore Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye Did I crumble Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh no, not.I. I will survive
Because I was already knee deep in nostalgia for the Mini Cinema today, and this song reminds me of that place.
May, 1978. I was sitting outside the Mini Cinema in Uniondale, NY, probably waiting for the afternoon showing of Rocky Horror. We had a little portable radio with us, tuned to the local rock station (I’m guessing WNEW) and they were about to play the new Rolling Stones song. I wasn’t a huge Stones fan, but I liked them enough that I was semi excited about some new Stones music. Their previous album, Black and Blue, pretty much sucked, so there was a lot of anticipation in regards to this one.
They played the first track. Miss You. I had the same reaction as when I first heard Kiss’s I Was Made for Loving You and The Grateful Dead’s Shakedown Street: “Oh my god. This sounds like disco.” The word disco was said with disdain and disgust, like you were spitting it out of your mouth. I was so horrified at this garbage coming out of my radio that I turned the station and vowed to not buy the album when it came out.
In June of 1978 I found my father singing along to Far Away Eyes and that was it. I cut myself off from the Stones.
As happens often, I found myself many years later enjoying something I professed to hate at one point in my life. Like spinach and naps, the things I hated when I was younger became things I loved later on. And so it goes with Some Girls. I’ve learned to enjoy not only the Stones again, but some of the songs on Some Girls that made me cringe all those years ago. Shattered, Some Girls, Far Away Eyes, When the Whip Comes Down, I can listen to every single one of them without the bad taste of 1978 ruining it for me. And the song I hated upon first hearing, with it’s disco beat and hooky rhythm and it’s Puerto Rican girls just dyyyyying to meet you, has recently become one of my favorite tunes to sing in the car. By myself. Windows down.