I’m sure as every child I wondered, naturally, why only Disney characters and pop princesses had a soundtrack to their lives. I thought on quite a regular basis that if I only had musical interludes to prepare me for upcoming events, that possibly I could weather the heartbreaks of loves lost (Your in love Wilson Phillips) and I would know the proper time to have my first kiss (Kiss Dean Martin) and could have passed gym class (Eye of the Tiger Survivor) and US history (America Neil Diamond) with flying colors . Even the day I wrecked my ‘67 Chevy I could have dealt with it a little better (Manic Monday Bangles). A Day out with friends (Little Honda Beach Boys) or cleaning the house(True True Housewife Alabama), a day at the office (Working for a living Huey Lewis), driving the dog to the vet (Hound Dog Elvis), or walking to the mailbox (Send me an Angel Scorpions), can you just imagine when the old man got home in the evening…the “what’s for dinner?” (Hungry like a Wolf Duran Duran) and “let’s get it on” (Are you ever gonna love me Holly Dunn) turn in to a little song and dance? Even the embarrassing moments could have been turned around, everyone at some point has asked someone they are with “do you remember that guys name…hurry he is on his way over here” (You know my name Chris Cornell) and the neighborhood kids would know if they had pissed me off (If looks could kill Heart) without me actually having to strangle them. I’m not sure…maybe it could get a little old taking out the trash can (That Smell Lynyrd Skynyrd) and my bishop may not really want everyone’s take for religion (Faith George Michael, Like a Prayer Madonna, Don’t stop believing Journey).