183. Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

183. "Star Wars Theme / Cantina Band" by Meco

When I was 11, I saw the movie Star Wars at a drive-in theater in Pocatello. Now, sitting in the front seat of a Ford LTD with a mono speaker hanging on the window right by your ear is not the best way to see Star Wars. But that didn't matter. I wasn't really "watching" the movie anyway. No, I was IN the movie--totally immersed in this alternate reality created by George Lucas and, let's admit it, John Williams. Without Williams' music, the movie wouldn't have been half as good. The music is what sucked you in emotionally and energized the scenes. That's why when little kids play Star Wars, they're usually singing or humming the music in the background.

Having studied psychology in college a bit, I know that even though as adults we may feel like we have left the joy of childhood behind us and that childhood fantasies no longer have a place within our minds, there still exists within each of us an 11-year-old that finds joy in indulging in childhood fantasies. And that 11-year-old's name is Phillip. And the only way to get rid of Phillip completely is through a series of lengthy auditing sessions in which you hold an electropsychometer in your hands and answer trivia questions about L. Ron Hubbard. I don't know how it all works. I only minored in psychology.

But I embrace my inner-Phillip completely, and together we remember the awesomeness of Meco's disco version of the "Star Wars Theme / Cantina Band." Whenever this song came on the radio, I turned it up and would yell at everyone in the car (or truck) to be quiet so that I wouldn't miss the lasergun blasts and R2-D2 beeps. During the summer of 77, this song was the ultimate in musical entertainment. Today, I think the only way this song could be more entertaining is if a Dutch pop music TV show used this disco masterpiece in a space-cowboy dance routine.



Yep. That definitely made the song even more entertaining! And if you don't agree with me, then you must be a lasso-hating, shoulder-shrugging, hog-riding Nerfherder!