At this point, I am getting up there in age, but still in some ways a kid at heart. I was suddenly aware of a presence behind me. It was my Dad.
You have to understand something. For Dad, the last great composer was Giacomo Puccini. He died two years before my dad was born.
He looked at the video in shock, then horror. I think he thought his only son rented a porn film. On his television!
His jaw began to drop, and he pointed at the television.
What is that?
They are En Vogue, I responded.
Dad didn’t miss a beat. He looked at the video, then at me and said “No they’re not.”
I didn’t have a clever comeback after that and turned VH1 off so he could watch the news.