“Baby Baby” Amy Grant #AtoZ Challenge

“Baby Baby” Amy Grant #AtoZ Challenge

It is universally acknowledged that there were two 1991s.

There was this 1991:

nirvana

Nirvana was blowing up and kids everywhere were taking notice. Kids everywhere  except me.

My small hometown didn’t carry MTV, I didn’t listen to Rock 108. As far as I was concerned, Nirvana wouldn’t exist for another two years. That’s how it works in the sticks.

So for me, there was this 1991:

amygranthair

I loved Amy Grant. I wasn’t alone: my best friend Jenny loved her, my cool cousin Erin loved her, a lot of people loved her. “Baby, Baby” finished the year as the 10th most popular single on the Billboard charts – I looked it up  – so don’t go pretending now like you were too cool for her.  I have proof you probably weren’t.

Heart in Motion was one of my first CDs. It was my first concert. It also might have been one of the last albums I listened to unapologetically. Later I would discover Sinead O’Connor and R.E.M. and realize the benefits of angst (or at least the benefits of appearing like I possessed some). But in 1991, I was blissfully unaware of Nirvana. I was blissfully unaware of cool.

I was 15 going on 16.

My tape and CD collection included Mariah Carey, Rick Astley, DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince, Bell Biv Devoe, New Kids on the Block, George Michael, and the soundtracks to Dirty Dancing and  Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.

I spent my free time writing character profiles for unwritten Harlequin Romance novels. (I couldn’t actually write the stories; I had never kissed a boy. The love scenes would have gone something like this, “Alexandria and Drake smushed their lips together, then sensually moved their heads from side to side”.)

I crafted fan letters to Matthew Ashford (the actor who played Jack Deveraux on Days of Our Lives) but never sent them.

On weekends, I would peruse the two shelves of VHS tapes at my local library with the intention of checking out something smart like Dr. Strangelove only to end up checking out The Sound of Music or Shag for the 15th time.

I wasn’t the kid Kurt Cobain was singing to. I smelled like Teen Spirit, literally. Caribbean Cool, specifically.

Amy Grant fit into my life perfectly. She was like a middle-aged, bubbly best friend; the type who would cherish the other half of a “Best Friends Forever” heart necklace and tell me I looked fantastic in a floral brocade vest and a Blossom hat. She would totally come over and watch The Sound of Music with me.

She was literally like my best friend Jenny. And that’s all I wanted from music then; to feel like I did when I was hanging out with my best friend.

That was my nirvana.

 

 

Bonus Track: “Boogie in Your Butt” Eddie Murphy

I’m making a Casey Kasem long-distance dedication to my sister, Debbie, because this song used to make us laugh until we peed.

 

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29 thoughts on ““Baby Baby” Amy Grant #AtoZ Challenge

      1. I’m in! We must be close to the same age. I attended a tiny Baptist school in California. They banned Amy Grant when she ‘went astray’ during my high school years. It still makes me laugh. My older brothers tried to make sure I wasn’t too geeky in the music department, and thankfully, the tiny college I attended in NW Iowa had a decent music scene. Well, for a town of 10,000 anyway!

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  1. I remember a beautiful spring day in 1991 when I passed a group of (slightly younger) teenagers dancing on the sidewalk and singing along to “Baby, Baby.” I like the enthusiasm even if Amy Grant wasn’t my thing.

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  3. Amy Grant was 30 most of 1991. This may have seemed like middle age to a 15 year old. but I agree with this definition I found on the web
    mid·dle age
    noun
    the period between early adulthood and old age, usually considered as the years from about 45 to 65.

    By this definition Amy at 56 is now middle age as am I . The good news according to this definition you are not there yet.

    Age, not withstanding, I was a big fan of Amy Grant especially her albums Age to Age and Straight Ahead. She had so many great writers who became fantastic artists in their own right, Michael W. Smith, Michael Card and Rich Mullins. Amy’s voice is amazing and her infectious spirit makes her a very encouraging memory from my past.

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  4. I’m older so for me it was the late 70s and Shaun Cassidy. The Hardy Boys were all the rage. I took my girls to a Springsteen concert so that in years to come when asked what their first concert was they’d have a better answer than me. Although, I’d probably still go to a Shaun Cassidy concert if I had the chance.

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    1. Seattle seemed like it was another planet to me in Iowa. I don’t think I was aware of any of it until I saw the movie Singles 😊

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  5. I loved Amy Grant and that song, BUT have you ever noticed how she mumbles when she sings? I could never understand half of her lyrics, and there was no metrolyrics to go to.

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  6. Hmm, my 1991 didn’t include either of those artists. I was aware of Amy Grant, but don’t remember this song (although I DO remember the denim shirts!), and the first time I heard of Nirvana was at my one-and-only rock festival in Denamark, which would have been summer of 1992. I was all, “Who are these people and why is everyone so excited?”

    I love the way you connect the songs to your life. This is such a fun A-Z series!

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  7. I used to lip sync to Amy Grant into the bathroom mirror, wearing denim overalls, walkman clipped on. This post brought me back to 1991; sleepovers that only revolved around a 12-pack of Cherry Coke and replaying Dirty Dancing over and over – pretending we were going to grow up and be Baby, eventually bringing a watermelon. Great post! I was also THAT 1991 girl.

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  8. I love this description – “She was like a middle-aged, bubbly best friend; the type who would cherish the other half of a “Best Friends Forever” heart necklace and tell me I looked fantastic in a floral brocade vest and a Blossom hat.” You definitely have a way with words. I too was a big Amy Grant fan.

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