Boom Shake the Room!

aka the Mystery of Memory I know every word to “Boom Shake the Room” by Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, a song that was on high rotation in the pub/club we frequented in … checks notes … 1993! God, I’m old. Yo back up now and give a brother room The fuse is lit and I’m about to go boom! Mercy mercy, mercy me My life is a cage but on stage I’m free The lyrics aren’t noteworthy and certainly aren’t the type of thing that could, by any measure, be considered useful information, and the fact that I can recall it all word for word probably says more about the priorities of my brain than I would like it to. There are other songs from my teenage years where I can do the same thing. There used to be a quiz, Name That Tune, which would play the opening note or two from a song and I am oddly good at it. My time at hospital radio means I have a strange mix of music knowledge for such things, which includes the entire lyrics of songs that seem to be wedged somewhere in my brain with no sign of…