So, I was going to do a video this morning instead of writing something out, but for some reason my cheap camera doesn’t like the sunlight, and no matter which direction I was sitting, everything was washed out. Sigh. And I’m coming to you live from the SCC campus.
Anyway, I thought it was about time I threw down a memory, one of thirteen I promised throughout the month. If I was smart, I would have written all 13 at once, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about posting for the rest of the month; o_O. But I’m not like that. If I was, I wouldn’t be a procrastinator.
Anyway, on to the memory.
Smack My Bitch Up — Prodigy
I remember when my sister bought this album. We were wandering around Dimple (which we used to do often), flipping through the used CDs. When she came across Prodigy’s Fat of the Land, it didn’t leave her hand until we climbed back into her Bronco II, and she put in in the stereo.
Smack My Bitch Up, which is common background music for a lot of movies and TV shows, is the first song on the album and the first introduction into the gods that call themselves Prodigy. (I know this isn’t their first album, but it’s the first album of theirs we’d heard.)
Imagine if you will, two girls, fresh out of high school. Okay, one fresh out of high school, the other two years ahead of her. Their driving down the freeway in a ’87 Bronco II, windows rolled down because it’s the middle of summer in the valley, making it 100 degrees in the shade and no air conditioning in the car.
The stereo is blaring so loud that the guys in the beater car two lanes over and three car lengths up can hear it over their own slamming base. And they turn their’s down to hear what the girls are playing.
Did I mention it’s stop and go traffic? There’s probably an accident up a head. Or people don’t know how to merge, because it’s 5pm on a Wednesday night, and everyone is headed home from a long day of work–except the girls, who had the day off and spent it doing god knows what.
Smack My Bitch Up is blaring from the speakers, and the car is rocking. Literally rocking while the traffic is at a stand still. Because this song is a “car dance” song. You know, one of those songs that cause you to bounce around in your seat the entire time it’s playing, and if you’re not driving, your arms must be moving in some crazy, indescribable motion that indicates that if you were not in the car, you’d be getting down to this song.
That is what this song is to me. Driving down the freeway with my sister, rocking out and letting everyone around us know it. It’s the summer song that got us through those first post-high school summers, when we could do anything, go anywhere. We don’t get to do that much any more, but every time I hear this song, I want to drop everything and head out on a road trip.
Besides. Who doesn’t want to smack my bitch up?
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