Young Turks

The J. Geils Freeze Frame may have been my first album,   followed closely by Rick Springfield’s timeless masterpiece, Working Class Dog,  but Young Turks by Rod Stewart was the first song to completely rock my world.

It was the video on MTV that first got me hooked—Billy and Patti, two teenage lovers running away together through the gritty urban streets, followed closely by a troupe of their own personal back-up dancers.  What 11-year-old girl doesn’t have that romantic fantasy?  And let’s be honest—if there was a way to work back-up dancers into my present day-to-day life, I’d be all for it.

So moved was I by the Young Turks video that I was compelled to scrawl the words “Young Turks” in giant letters on the street outside my house with a stick of caulking putty I’d found in the garage.  When I left for college seven years later, it still hadn’t faded.

Young hearts, be free tonight.
Time is on your side.

Maybe the reason I loved Young Turks so intensely is because tweens feel everything intensely. Or maybe nothing can ever really compare to that very first time a song grabs you by the soul, even if that song culminates with Patti giving birth to “a ten pound baby boy.”  Ouch.

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