I was in graduate school, working on my MBA, driving my '76 Camaro. Sniff and the Tears played "Driver's Seat." It was an intense, racing kind of song. The descending chord scheme (from B minor to A to G) was unusual and repetitive. The song was really minimalist - but the groove just grabbed you. Kind of like the refrain in Tommy TuTone's "Jenny."
I wore Polo, and was alternating it (and sometimes even mixing it) with Gray Flannel. The girls were wearing Rive Gauche and Halston. Smell of hairspray, beer, cigarettes, sweat.
I went to some bars, clubs and discos with my friend George -- he was homely (in a homely way), but persistent and courageous. He would always wind up with a long, personal talk (with a long, personal young woman) and a telephone number. I would stand around, moving slightly to the music, ordering watered-down drinks and didn't ever score; except once, when a kind young woman, up well past her bedtime, walked up to me and said, "Don't you hate these places?"
Staying out too late. Not really connecting. Who was I fooling? Everyone except me.
What a song - driving home with my windows open..."Jenny was sweet/ she'd always smile for the people she'd meet...."
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