Rainy night/ car interior—There are two 80s songs that are my absolute nemesis. Songs dealt to me over the radio by guys like Casey Kasem and Rick Dees on our way to or back from church. (How Rick Dees survived the 90s and early aughts onslaught of “nuts” hurled at his name is beyond me).
Two songs appear in my head regularly and must be sung aloud to satisfy a tic.
“On the Wings of Love,” by Jeffrey Osborne inexplicably (I didn’t own the album) appears in my head daily. I only ever heard the song sandwiched between copy or commercials on Sunday mornings in 1982. I’m not sure “On the Wings of Love” ever peaked any top tens. Yet if my life were to be played off in my willing and unwilling musical obsessions, “On the Wings of Love” would be #1. Sigh.
Number two is “I Love a Rainy Night,” and that ***** hit #1 on those important top musical charts that I’m just realizing I have no idea how they’re measured. Okay, I’m looking at Billboard Hot 100 on Wikipedia and it says “rankings are based on sales (physical and digital), online streaming, and radio airplay in the U.S.” I feel like that could be juiced on the streaming and radio side to tilt numbers, right? Actually why am I conspiracy-ing this I have no idea what I’m talking about and who cares.
Why wouldn’t “I Love a Rainy Night” appear in my head every time it is both raining and nighttime? The song is literally about loving a crying night sky. And it’s snappy af.
I, too, love a rainy night.