“… I knew it from the start/I saw your face, and that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart.”
My guilty-pleasure musical list includes almost every soft rock classic of the 1970s. Those songs made up the soundtrack to my breakfast every morning for my entire pre-adult life (excluding the summers, when my morning soundtrack was zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.)
Among the greats:
- Firefall, “You Are The Woman”
- England Dan & John Ford Coley, “I’d Really Love to See You Tonight”
- Ambrosia, “You’re the Biggest Part of Me”
- Seals & Croft, “Summer Breeze”
- Hamilton, Joe Frank, & Reynolds, “Don’t Pull Your Love”
- Poco, “Crazy Love”
- Dr. Hook, “Sharing the Night Together”
- Any tune by America
- Any tune by Bread
- Herb Alpert, “Rise”
- Chuck Mangione, “Feels So Good”
You get the picture. There’s just nothing like chasing a mouthful of scrambled eggs and Apple Jacks with a glass of orange juice, while mimicking Glen Campbell: “There’ll be a load of compromisin’/On the road to my horizon/But I’m going be where the sun … is shining on me!”
