Free Fallin’

Handwritten page of a diary dated December 27, 1990

…  been trying to get him to come over so my parents could meet him. He said no again yesterday but I said oh come on it’s my birthday. So he FINALLY said yes. The part was ok when we all hung out in the kitchen for a little party. They seemed to like him and Dad said we could listen to records in my room if we kept the door open the whole time. It should’ve been a good time but we got to arguing about music and we couldn’t even think of ONE song that we both liked. He asked if I like Motley Crue and I said no. He said what do you like, Michael Bolton? which I found insulting so I said I like “Janie’s Got a Gun” by Aerosmith. But he said he didn’t like Steven Tyler because he wears women’s scarves. Finally I thought we were getting somewhere when he mentioned Tom Petty, but the song he likes is “Free Fallin’” which is about the only Tom Petty song I DON’T like. I know I’m picky about lyrics but I hate it when someone keeps repeating the same phrase over and over and over. I think it started that summer when Maggie came to stay for a long time and she kept playing “Rock Me Amadeus” a million times and I thought I would scream if I ever heard the name Amadeus again.


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