I was never a huge fan of Richard Marx. (I never actively disliked his music, either. I just wasn’t a raving fan.)
But boy, the summer of 1987 was his moment. That summer, I spent a lot of time in my car, listening to FM radio, and this Richard Marx song was on the radio endlessly.
When I hear it now, I’m instantly transported back to that time and place. That hot, fun summer. I was nineteen years old.
Songs often ground us to particular moments in our past–sometimes even songs that we didn’t necessarily love at the time, but nevertheless heard a lot.
