We were somewhere near Daytona on the edge of the ocean when the '70s soft rock began to take hold.
My friend Todd and I were driving to Jacksonville after another big Orlando/Gainesville meetup/reunion in Cocoa Beach. We were playing my Wussrock playlist - you know, AM Gold, Yacht Rock, the sort
of songs where they use the word 'lady' a lot. You heard it on the radio if you grew up in the
'70s. If you grew up a little later, you were probably
conceived to it.
Todd and I were roommates in Gainesville years ago. We could...well, honestly we could be pretty annoying when together. Actually, I've got a fairly large group of people like that. Everyone has in-jokes with their friends, I've managed to meet and befriend a few who could stretch those in-jokes past the point of comedy, way past annoyance, barrelling past anger, and finally into hysteria. Well, hysteria for us, anyway.
We were playing Gerry Rafferty's hit
"Baker Street" (You'll know it when you hear it) and one of us came up
with the idea of President Obama playing the sax solo in it. Here, now it's in your head:
naturally led us into all sorts of scenarios - Obama practicing daily
in the Oval Office anxious to show his sax skills to the public, a public
address where he would announce "America, we are a strong nation. But we
are never stronger when we can share the gift of entertainment to the
world. That is why I have gathered you together tonight. Folks, I've been practicing these tasty sax licks for a year now, and here is my gift to you, the American people. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the great Gerry Rafferty."
Needless to say, our Obama impressions were flawless. Or we'd do an impression of a secret service agent seconds before the sax solo hits: "Mr. President! You're on!" This one in particular would crack us up. We then expanded our joke to having President Clinton step in for the guitar solo at about 4:45 if you're following along on Youtube. I'm pretty sure we were picturing him doing the 'guitar face' where you sort of half close your eyes and bite your lip. At least I was.
You could argue that this scenario is not funny. I probably wouldn't argue too strongly with you. It could have been the consequence of a long car ride, lots of caffeine and boredom. But it made us laugh and passed the time.
Couple weekends later I was in Atlanta. After a few drinks Todd and I couldn't stop our Obama sax routine. Predictably, our comedy was lost on the squares, who pointed out things like the fact that Clinton played the sax, not Obama, or that we were being annoying and stupid. Much like Lenny Bruce or Richard Pryor, we were just ahead of our time.