A local radio station changed its format several months ago. It is the best format ever used. Usually when stations claim to play the best of the 80's, 90's, and today, they don't play the songs I loved from those decades, much less the best mix of songs from today. Not this station. It isn't just that I can get the warm fuzzies while listening to Michael Jackson's Billy Jean (because it is one of my moms' favorite songs) or that they will immediately follow that with "It Ends Tonight" from All American Rejects and then careen into Akon and Snoop Dogg's "I Wanna Love You" with a healthy dose of reality by way of "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot. It is the fact that they play Color Me Badd songs.
Did you know that I once had a crushing obsession with Bryan Abrams as a pre-teen? You didn't? Well, yeah, I did. I believe I was the most dedicated fan CMB could have had in an 11 year-old. If I'd been older, I would have
stalked followed them on tour, but I had to settle for buying every Bop, Big Bopper, All-Stars, Tutti, SuperTeen, etc. magazine that had even a mention of the group, collecting them all into what eventually amounted to three personally decorated binders full of clippings carefully preserved in page protectors. Not one of these posters is unfamiliar to me. I recorded music awards shows, Arsenio Hall show appearances, and even that 90210 episode they did. Bryan frequented my non-nightmarish dreams for those few years before high school. I wanted to grow up to marry him and birth his children.
It might be a good thing that never happened, though. While scouring the internet for flashback visuals, I came across a rather unflattering news article from August 2005 and some harsh criticism on a blog post regarding that situation. But, then maybe the anonymous comment made on that blog was right about the real story behind the legitimacy of the deadbeat dad allegations because I couldn't find one single follow-up story on that case. Nothing.
Anyway, back to my point. I love the new format of this radio station because every time "I Wanna Sex You Up" makes it to the playlist, I am no longer driving around in my SUV with two carseats in the back; I am an 11 year-old girl sitting in her bedroom with a mass of teen magazines as well as scissors, paper, and a glue stick littering her floor while she sways back and forth, bopping her head to the beat, as the voices of Color Me Badd escape her stereo speakers and embellish the air. That man's voice still makes me quiver and swoon to this day.
I am not alone in this undying infatuation, I'm sure. Please make me feel less crazy for thinking, "Oh my God, I could actually contact him!," as I discovered that he has a MySpace profile; please tell me someone you once had a crush on does this to you, too;>