Note: For this year’s project, I’ve taken on the challenge of reviewing 100 new (to me) records. This is the latest in that series.
I was conscripted into becoming a Tears For Fears fan.
In the mid-90s, I worked for a regional airline. My supervisor was cool but had a very uncool obsession with the band. And by obsession, I mean having them on all the time wasn't enough. "Songs from the Big Chair" (or a burned CD) would play nonstop in the boombox in our operations area. Racing to the bar before the last call? That'd be the soundtrack. God help us if it was karaoke night.
Get-togethers at her house? Yep, then too. Her car was mercifully full one night, and a couple of us rode with her boyfriend. Relief? Nope. We were halfway through a Tears For Fears song before we even left the lot. (sigh)
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