Anyone who hates Journey, as I do, should be given the opportunity to listen to your kids belt out "Don't Stop Believing" in the back seat of the car on a sunny day in Seattle. It won't make you love Steve Perry, but the little voices singing about the "small town girl, living in a lonely world" is overwhelmingly sweet and the sunshine is making you giddy as you drive near the water watching the boats. It might even make you comply with their demands to turn it up. And if it is a summer day in Seattle, you'll probably have the windows down. You might turn it up a bit to appease your tiny singers, but soon they'll demand again, "Turn it up, mama!" and maybe, if you're like me, you'll say something like, "Hey, the windows are down and I don't want people to get the wrong idea. I'm way too cool for Journey. This is your thing." But they'll persist and maybe you'll be sucked into turning it up a bit more. And then that last demand will come, in my case, from Little Dog, "Turn it up, really crank it up, mama!" And you'll ask, "Why? Do you really love Journey so much?" to which he'll reply, "No! I want to humiliate you! They'll all think you love it!" followed by a wicked cackle. Or maybe that's just my kids. Hard to know.
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