Twas the Tuesday before American Thanksgiving, when we celebrate people in silly hats with buckles pre-snookering cool cats in feather headdresses with crappy food like turkey, but hey, beggers can’t be choosers, eh? I am at work. I will forever be at work. Though told that Friday is “family time,” ergo boss will not be in the office, I will be here, despite the fact that I came from and in fact do still have a family. Apparently, family time = only for the 1%. Continue reading →
Tag / I Love the 80s
I can’t think of a clever title because summer’s humidity makes my brain not work properly
(Boy, that was wordy.)
A spam comment started with this: “Keep functioning.” (A) Thanks, bot, for the encouragement said in a really weird way. (B) How did you know I’m struggling to function?
The Fight to Remain Silent
There is a battle being waged, my friends, and it’s all in my head. Do I write something or stay silent?
A to Z: Ziggy
One of the perks of my teen obsession with The Hooters is that love lead me to new types of music I hadn’t heard, like ska and reggae. This revelation brings me to a great concert featuring two bands I really liked.
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A to Z: Xylophone
I’m little and I play piano and, when wanting to join the band, the director suggests percussion. Visions of me playing all the instruments in that section that utilize my piano experience dance in his head. I go along, because the one drummer is really cute.
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A to Z: When Doves Cry
A little purple man writes one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. His record, then cassette, then CD are some of the first non-Smurf and -Muppet related music purchases I ever make. He’s Prince. He can do no wrong. And he writes tunes and plays guitar like no one else.
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A to Z: Vienna
Sure, today there’s American Idol and The Voice (and a zillion other talent shows). But in the 1980s, there was just one: the grandfather of them all — Star Search. Big hair, big shoulder pads, and even bigger voices. And one in particular captivated me then, and still does today.
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A to Z: Ullman
It’s 1983. I don’t yet know this artist as a comedian with a million faces and voices. For now, I only know her voice as one that is reminiscent of an era I wasn’t alive for. And she sings a song I play on vinyl over and over until I wear the record out.
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A to Z: Rent
Groundbreaking in 1996. Almost quaint now. Rent changed the theater landscape forever.
A to Z: Queen
My brother listened to Queen incessantly when I was a kid. It wasn’t until Live Aid in 1985, though, that I knew that I loved Freddie Mercury.
