Saturday, March 1, 2025
Time: 11:45 A.M.
Song: Leader of the Pack
Artist: The Shangri-Las
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s between Elkhorn and Eagle, Wisconsin.
Link to Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6wzLLGFlWQ5jqTL13MU069?si=391682675b474d0a
We’re riding with my parents to watch our niece perform one of her last dance recitals as a high school student. We had bought my parents an MP3 device several years ago and loaded it with songs they would like, and that’s what was playing on the trip to Wisconsin.
I’ve never been a dancer. Or a performer for that matter.
But…
At the end of sixth grade, our class spent a few days at a local camp with the entire trip being called Outdoor Education. During the days, we had different workshops with various instructors doing outdoor activities like measuring the current of a creek and studying foliage. Frankly, I remember very little about what we did. A lot of messing around for the most part.
One of the team building exercises was that each cabin, which was comprised of six to eight students were assigned a song, and on the last night, the group had to perform a skit while the song played.
Our group of rowdy boys was assigned “The Leader of the Pack” by the Shangri-Las.
My buddy, Kyle, who was small for his age, played the role of the lead singer. Another friend, Brian, was the “Leader of the Pack” while a tall blond-haired kid named Josh was a tree. I don’t think the song mentions a tree, but we decided that’s how the song’s namesake met his demise, running his motorcycle into a tree.
And who was the motorcycle? Well me. naturally. I even rolled my hands after we crashed to imitate tires spinning.
The entire performance earned us second place. Another cabin received “Monster Mash” and just happened to have brought a bunch of makeup and props appropriate for the song. We’ve always claimed the fix was on.
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