July 9, 2013
Run. To The Hills.
Owen: If we lived near a hill we could, you know, run to them, right?
Owen: And if a bad guy was chasing us we could run for our lives, right?
Me: Yeah. Definitely. Been listening to Iron Maiden again, huh?
Run to the hills...run for your life...
I have an overwhelming and abiding love of Iron Maiden. Since the time my friend Scott and I discovered them back in ninth grade, they've been a guilty pleasure. A few months ago I had some Iron Maiden track on in the car when Owen and I were driving somewhere. He fell in love. The lyrics are dark but, when you get right down to it, also quite silly. And the band is actually pretty darn good, fronted by an award-winning fencer, author, pilot and entrepreneur.
And now no one in this family can get Run To The Hills out of their heads.
Mia sings it in the shower. I've learned all the guitar parts. Owen sings it, well, always. Even Beth - who would much rather hear Paul Simon pluck a chicken - breaks into Run To The Hills for no apparent reason. In short, we are all afflicted. It's our heavy metal earworm.Posted by Chris at July 9, 2013 7:09 AM