Thursday, May 16, 2013
Bay City Rollers love
Last week, O and I were at the mall, wandering around Newbury Comics, when I spotted life-size cutouts of some cute-looking boys.
"Who are they?" I asked.
O gave me That Look. That Look that imparts I know absolutely nothing about pop culture. "Those are the guys from One Direction."
"Which direction?" I asked. Loudly. (This is how I get back at him for sassing me at home.)
He explained that One Direction is super popular with the girls at school. When I asked if he'd like a One Direction CD, he wrinkled up his nose.
"I guess that would have been like offering my brother a Bay City Rollers' record back in the day," I said.
When I was about O's age, I was head-over-heels crazy in love with the Bay City Rollers, a pop group from Scotland. They wore leisure suits trimmed in tartan, had these doofy spiky hairstyles, and were unbearably cute. Not to mention that when they weren't singing, they spoke with sexy brogues that turned on just about every pre-adolescent girl in America.
Most of my friends in sixth grade loved either Les McKeown, the rakish lead singer, or Derek Longmuir, the blond drummer. But I loved Eric Faulkner, the guitarist. I look at pictures at young Eric now and wonder what I saw in him, but when I look back at all my girl-crushes on movie stars and musicians, I can see it: the eyes. He had such sad-looking puppy-dog eyes like Paul McCartney's, my first pop star crush when I was in second grade. (I was too young for the Beatles; I only knew Paul as the lead singer of the Wings. Yeah, I know ... sad. But I was a child of the 70s.)
I just looked Eric Faulkner up and prepared for the worst. But you know? I think he's even sexier now and I suspect I'd like his mature music better. What do you think? Were you a Bay City Rollers fan-girl (or fan-guy)?