Monday, October 19, 2015

Who Else Could It Be?



What if Jenny was Jessie’s girl, and later had a daughter named Stacy?


In that case, the music world would be simplified pretty significantly.  At least by two people.  It's a start.  


So, I have a theory I'd like to share with you all.  

I present to you the possibility that Rick Springfield, Tommy Tutone, and Fountains of Wayne were all singing about the exact same person.  

I refer, of course, to the hit songs "Jessie's Girl" (Springfield), "867-5309/Jenny" (Tutone), and "Stacy's Mom" (Wayne).  They all refer to a woman of near transcendent beauty and intelligence and are the object of the artists' desires.  How hard is it to draw the conclusion that they've all been smitten by the same person?  

It all makes sense chronologically, too.  

"Jessie's Girl" was released in 198, and tells the story of a dejected Rick Springfield who is hopelessly in love with an unnamed woman who is in a relationship with Rick's friend Jessie.  The song ends with no change in relationship status, so it's safe to assume that Jessie and his girlfriend remain together.  

Towards the end of the year, Tommy Tutone learns of a girl's phone number when he finds it written on a wall.  Her name is Jenny, and we're led to believe that Tommy is aware of the person to which the name and number belong.  His story of unrequited love ends with him still not able to call her.  We can only assume that she's either still dating Jessie, or they broke up, and in a fit of post-break-up rage, Jessie scribbled her phone number on nearby walls to sully her reputation.  Either way, it's clearly the same person.  

22 years later, we hear of Fountains of Wayne, who are completely enamored with their friend Stacy's mother.  It's not much of a stretch to think that Stacy is the daughter of the very same Jenny, who married Jessie and had a child.  Jenny is still the same near-perfect person she has always been, and is now influencing a second generation with her desirability.

It's the only thing that makes sense. 

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