Let me just preface this post by saying out of the four of us, I'm probably the least music-y. I love music, don't get me wrong... but I'm fairly certain my taste in music would make Jenny Jerkface wretch uncontrollably.
Since we love to talk about our unhealthy obsessions for things here at Twitarded, I thought I'd relive some of my early days of lusting after Rick Springfield. Although I'm not sure if lusting is the right word since I was in middle school and honestly, I probably didn't know what lust was. I did know what kissing was and I may or may not have practiced on a poster veeeery similar to this one.
A few weeks ago, someone *cough*MamaCougar*cough* was talking about an upcoming Rick Springfield concert in her area. Of course I immediately had to go online to see if he was coming to New England. Nope. Fuck. The closest he'll get to me is the New York/New Jersey area which is just a little too far for me to go for even Rick Springfield. JJ said I could come and sleep on her couch but she refused to attend the concert with me. Pffffft...
If I had "the list" when I was in the 7th grade... if I even knew what "the list" was, Rick Springfield definitely would have been on it. Not quite the top because that was reserved for guys like Rob Lowe and Matt Dillon, but he definitely would've been included. I loved him. I had every single one of his albums and I listened to them on my record player incessantly. I watched him in "Hard to Hold" over and over again.
Oddly enough, I never watched him on General Hospital. In fact, I never watched GH growing up. Which now that I think back, it seems almost un-American. I honestly have no idea why I didn't watch it just for the mere fact that I could rush home after school to see Dr. Noah Drake every day and drool my fool head off over him. Maybe my mother poisoned me against any soap that wasn't Days of Our Lives.
I saw him in concert once. When I was in the 8th grade. It was magical. I remember being just riveted to the stage, unable to speak or move. If I had known what a blowjob was at this point in my life, I might have waited by his bus and offered him one. And holy shit, I had this t-shirt. I wore it so much, the damn thing was fucking threadbare by the time it met the rag pile.
As with anything I'm obsessed with, my love for Rick Springfield has waned over the years. I was happy to see him make a (sort of) come back in 2008, but that was somewhat short-lived. And that same year he popped back up on GH for a bit. He still looks pretty good for 6o-ish.
But nothing made me happier than seeing him in Season 3 of Californication playing himself. If you don't watch this show, you need to start now. The first three seasons are available on DVD. It's one of the most well-written shows I've ever seen. What is it with the writers for these Showtime shows? So smart and witty and fucking hysterical. Pure fucking genius.
I'm not sure if his portrayal of himself in this show is accurate, but holy fuck, what a douche... and I love it! The other characters only call him RickSpringfield - like it's one word. Every single time they referred to him, it was both names. I've included a little clip below of the magic.
[WARNING: This is from season 3 so if you haven't seen it yet, or think you may want to watch the previous seasons, you may not want to watch. Although it's not too spoilery.]
I know we love to talk about our crushes around these parts. But I have to know... Did you want to be "Jessie's Girl"? Did you take his "Don't Talk to Strangers" advice? Did you want to just "Love Somebody"? How many times do you say to your significant other "I've Done Everything for You"? Well, I always wonder "What Kind of Fool Am I?" for loving Rick Springfield. Are you a fool too?