Last week’s walk down the Crazy memory lane made me think of another song straight from my parent’s 45 collection. Little Blue Man – I drove my sister absolutely nuts playing this song. At the grand old age of 11, she thought this song just so … juvenile.

Of course it is. But that’s probably why I loved it so much.

I thought for sure there must be something at least a bit naughty about this song, since my parents didn’t like me playing it. These two things made me more determined than ever to play it over, and over, every time they left the room. I never did figure out what the naughty part was, and I think now that it must just have been that the singer tried to kill the Little Blue Man. Shocking! But he survived, even if his love did not.

When I was about 9, my sister and I were moved down into a new “kid’s room” my dad built in the basement. There was a new baby on the way that needed our bedroom, so we did what the most skilled of midwesterners know how to do, and built a bedroom in the basement.

Really, it was cool. First we got to help build it, then we got to pretty much do what we wanted as long as we kept it quiet and didn’t fight. (That last part was actually a lot harder than it sounds.) Except for the creepy loud pachinko machine I both loved and feared – you would not believe how many times I nearly peed my pants because I was afraid to go past that hunk of levers and metal balls lurking at the foot of the stairs in the middle of the night – I’ve got some great memories of our basement bedroom.

One of them was finding some treasures when we were cleaning out the basement before we began construction. Treasure number 1 was mom and dad’s collection of 45’s. And were there some classics in there? You tell me.