Michael McDonald caused problems in my young life.
As a youngster of 16 or 17 I was naive but, like most folks that age, passionately opinionated. I liked Aerosmith, the Eagles, Poco, the Steve Miller Band, Jim Croce, stevie Wonder, the Commodores and George Benson. And that was it. Everyone else I mostly despised albeit with the exception of maybe 1 or 2 songs. For example, I liked China Grove and Black Water but otherwise the Doobie Brothers could go to hell.
Enter Wendy, my first love who liked “crap” like Boston, the Moody Blues, Led Zepplin (of course, what girl born the ‘60s didn’t?) and the new sounding Michael McDonald Doobie Brothers.
So we hung out at each others house, trying (I suppose) to fulfill ourselves with each other and all I heard was “Minute by Minute” and “What a Fool Believes.” We wore that album out.
But I never really got everything I wanted out of the relationship so I grew to despise Michael McDonald’s deep Eyeore voice.
Towards the end of the semester, my... ears... were so blue, I blew up and told her what I really thought of the post-Johnston-era Doobie Brothers and my verbose rejection was more than her tender impressionable young round... ears... could take.
We broke off non amicably.
She befriended me some years back on FB before I knew it was a mind control device for the Rooskies. For an old woman she don’t look too bad. Not too fat. Still has an angel smile and pretty brown eyes of the lightest most interesting shade. Almost golden.
But I imagine she still has piss poor taste in music so I never like any of her posts or even post on her page when it’s her birthday.
