This has happened to me four times in the last four years.
First time: I heard a brilliant song by a band that sounded remarkably like Queen. Couldn’t be, I thought. I’ve heard all the good Queen songs a million times over, and Freddie Mercury is dead. Then I heard the title: “Fat-Bottomed Girls,” which I later found is on the flip side of “Bicycle.” Amazing!
Second time: I heard a wonderful song that had to be either by Tom Petty or Bob Dylan, yet I was listening to a classics station, which meant it was old. Title: “Last Dance With Mary Jane.” How did it miss me all these years?
Third time: A couple of years ago, I was watching a Mitsubishi commercial, and the theme song was a terrific rockin’ piece. For a couple of days, I thought some young new band really had the beat. Then Mr. Pug heard it, and said, “Oh, that’s Marc Bolan and T. Rex. Marc’s been dead many years.” Never heard it before, but it caused me to buy a T. Rex CD and blast that song, “20th Century Boy” loud enough to shatter my car’s windows several times.
Last time: I watched “The Big Lebowski” a couple of days ago for the first time, all the while amazed at the wonderful T Bone Burnett’s music selection for the background, and heard “I Just Dropped In (To See What Condition my Condition is In)”. Mr. Pug says it was not an obscure song, and doesn’t know why I never heard it before. I’m just glad I heard it now.
In fact, I’m glad that a few classic nuggets escaped me, because it’s delightful when one pops up every few years. It’s like finding a $20 bill back behind your sofa cushions that you didn’t know you had.
Does this happen to anyone else?