I love Foreigner the way I love my microwave oven. The oven’s clunky and utlilitarian, and I don’t even use it that often. But when I nuke a bag of popcorn, or fill my eyes with that double vision, it makes me happy beyond all reason. Alas, this song isn’t one of the GE Spacemaker […]

posted 14 October 2008 in 1988. 5 comments