When I was a young girl I found a tape of Kenny G. music. Now we all know that nobody is responsible for the music they listen to when they are young. And if you didn't know that, now you do. And knowing is as good as agreeing.
I was OBSESSED with that tape. I listened to it all the time. I could hum every sax note in perfect disharmony.
Unfortunately, this was also the period where I became obsessed with big curly hair. Like Kenny's.
Every night I would ask my mom to braid my hair in a french braid so the next morning it would be crimpy and big. And then I would hang out in my room, listening to Kenny on repeat and playing imaginary saxophone with my imaginary band.
I was also only imaginarily cool.
I was reminded of this the other day when a Kenny G song came on the radio. In trying to explain my one-time obsession to my coworkers I started cracking up at the disbelief on their faces. Come on... you try explaining to a group of people that you used to crimp your hair like Kenny G and keep a straight face.
Didn't anyone else fall in love with ridiculous bands?