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September 12, 2005

thirteen going on thirtysomething

Oooh, Morton!

When I was thirteen I had the biggest, hugest crush on Morton Harket, the lead singer of a-ha. That voice! That hair! Those biceps! And omigod, those cheekbones! Once I dreamed that we had to escape from New York and while we crossed the Kosciusko Bridge he kissed me in the back seat of a Mazda. It was one of those sweet, moony, romantic kisses that girls who've never been kissed imagine what kissing is like.

I still love the video for Take On Me. And somewhere at home I still have posters taken out of teenybopper magazines with titles like Bop, Star Hits and Tiger Beat.

Anyway, the band is still together and their only US appearance was a sold-out show last night at Irving Plaza. Never mind that this too was in New York. Frankly, it's a bit embarrassing to admit that I have most of their albums as well as Morton Harket's solo album, and that had I opportunity, yes, I'd have gone to see them. I guess part of me is still thirteen going on thirtysomething.

Yours, &c., LC | 03:23 PM | Music | Comments (7) | TrackBack (0)

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But arent' we all?

Posted by: SilverDragon at September 13, 2005 05:23 PM

Take on Me was one of the best videos ever!

Posted by: tangognat at September 13, 2005 08:22 PM

You've seen this, right?

http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/33634/

Posted by: mingaling at September 14, 2005 11:29 AM

Right there with you with the crush, but my fictional character fetish comes into play. Always thought that the pencil drawing Morton Harket was even hotter. :)

Posted by: Tessa at September 14, 2005 12:34 PM

mingaling: Actually I hadn't. That was cute - thanks!

Posted by: LadyCrumpet at September 14, 2005 01:09 PM

Sheer brilliance.

Thanks for the link!

Posted by: Stuart at September 16, 2005 05:30 PM

Embarrassing? Not at all. After all, I dragged my fiance to see Billy Idol at the Tabernacle this year. Mere words cannot describe the passion I felt for that man at the tender age of thirteen.

Posted by: Sportslady at September 19, 2005 09:53 PM