Ah, the Ohio Players.
The funk; the album covers…! Where did guys store their albums after they taped the album covers to their walls?
Shortly after Cupid’s Hunt, I promised some Class of ’75 mixes to celebrate those friends and classmates, lost and found. I hadn’t forgotten; I guess I needed a trigger.
Earlier today, I heard “Fire” on the radio, and remembered those evenings in Woody’s car with Woody, Joel and Patty, riding to Buxton’s after picking me up from work; and the parties, dj’d by Todd, where people just weren’t sure when to stop dancing to “Running From the Devil”. Then, I started thinking about all the other good music we danced, studied, slept and parked to that year. I loved those artists; I loved that music. It’s still background noise when I work; it’s still my lullabyes.
Hello, Linden; hello Roselle; hello, Rahway. I know Gold Bell Bakery is long gone; but, is Buxton’s still around?