By Mark La Monica
Apparently, some old-school synapses were firing late last night. Somewhere in my REM sleep land, there are a few dreams of 1990s glory waiting to be unleashed. Who knew?
That's the only way to explain why Michael Bivens and I shared the stage to sing "Poison." Where Ronny DeVoe and Ricky Bell were, I'm not really sure.
But, that was I me on stage, in black overalls, one flap down, of course, and a white turtleneck busting a move to some hip hop smoothed out on the R & B tip with pop feel appeal to it. Yes, it was one of those "Did I really just dream that?" moments of waking up. It was followed by one of those "Uh, yeah, I gotta blog that" moments.
Hey, ride the wave, baby. Smack it up, flip it, rub it down, oh nooooooooooooo!