We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
supported by
/

lyrics

"The Advancement Office and the Alumni Association
cordially invite you to join in the celebration
at the 30th year class reunion of the Class of Nineteen Eighty-Six…"

--You are eating chicken salad with a spoon as you read this.

"We will fondly remember your asymmetrical synth pop undercut hair stylings and how you wore an extra wide-gauge breakdance shoelace as a very skinny tie. You will be greeted warmly by faculty members who openly bullied you during the Reagan administration."

--You currently have colleagues, talented colleagues, who weren't even born yet
when there was a smoking section on school grounds, for the students,
and an avocado green rotary dial wall-mounted telephone in the kitchen back home;
and on that phone, and on that phone, you could call up Maria DiStanza
and have grave disagreements about the lyrics to songs by the Smiths
and make plans to maybe meet up Friday night at Teen Night…

(Shout out to Field's Teen Night: 104th and Cicero).

The twenty-first century, and the nineteen nineties before it, have been O.K. to you: You have good taste in beer. You have a spouse who loves you this time. Your teenager doesn't despise you. Nobody's pressuring you to be more ambitious, eat more nutritious, be less conspicuous, or have another baby, or go someplace tedious on vacation this year.

Most of the light switches in your home still work.

Your friends are good-hearted people, not those tragically misguided humans who punch each other in the crush for half-price giant flat screen TVs the day after Thanksgiving. The Class of Eighty-Six won't mind if you sit this one out, I think.

--Do black patent leather shoes really reflect an image of your underpants
if you're wearing a Catholic school uniform skirt? If there's anyone left
who cares about this question, I hope they're not still choosing the curriculum for Sophomore year English class…

Class of Eighty-Six.
Class of Eighty-Six.
Class of Eighty-Six.
Class of Eighty-Six.

credits

from You don't have to be perfect to fulfill your dream, released February 12, 2018

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Paul Kotheimer Urbana, Illinois

For well over 30 years now, Paul Kotheimer has been writing songs. And then recording them. And then putting them together into albums.
At first, way way back in the actual 1980s, he used a cassette player and a microphone from Radio Shack. Now he's the proprietor of Pillow Monster Home Studio, complete with lots of musical instruments and recording gear and one actual pillow monster. YAY MUSIC!
... more

contact / help

Contact Paul Kotheimer

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account