This cheesy American 1980s song, with an equally tacky film clip, provokes a memory bathed in anger, frustration and disappointment - my first experience of really distrusting a real estate agent.
You are captured – taken to shore and tumbled out onto the sand, seaweed in your hair, under the spell of Maggie Rogers.
Listen to Stephen Andrew as he recalls errant high-school days and a taciturn teacher.
The Beach Boys were there with us on each and every road trip. Each song had its own special moment to shine along the journey.
Music is a fast ride./With the first rolls/of that old drum intro/I was snared.
The whole song was a journey spanning a month, two continents and several thousand kilometres.
I defy anyone to label the following two truisms my subjective opinions: 1. John Farnham is deeply cheesy. 2. John Farnham has a beautiful voice.
Recently I was invited by an old school friend to a George Michael tribute night at Chasers nightclub in Melbourne. I said Yes straight away – I was fascinated by the prospect of returning to one of the dingy pick up lairs where I first gyrated my way into young adulthood.
One of my strongest memories is the pure joy we got out of making each other laugh. Belly laughs that happened while you hung upside down on the monkey bars were even more hilarious.
I felt I had discovered the greatest song of all time, and for a little while it felt like a glorious secret that only I knew about.