In an attempt to purge my brain cells of the fungal spores of yesterday, I have been adding music to my mp3 player. I am at the point where my favs have already been added. Now, I am adding the random shit I hear on the radio, a commercial, or a memory jostled from the nether regions of my cerebellum.
Enter the song 1985 by Bowling For Soup.
I love stupid songs. Especially ones that require some past knowledge of an event be it vegetable, animal or mineral. I like being in the know, part of that secret society. Where we pass each other, give a sideways glance, a slight tilt of the head and go our separate ways with an internal smirk knowing that we've shared something to which others around us are oblivious.
I feel that way about this song. You really had to be a part of the 1980's generation to get it. I mean really get it.
Take the video. If you haven't seen it, it is stellar. Anyone who can take the piss like that deserves bling on their mantle. Yes, it is crap. But if you were an 80s kid, you get it.
Watch the video on YouTube here.
I made Hubbie watch it with me tonight. Sadly Hysterically, he sang along even though he hasn't heard the song in ages. And he pointed out a very, very important fact that I missed.
The car she writhes on in the video? The Jag? My dad has one.
The exact one.
I am SO dancing on that car the next time I am in ATL. If Hubbie isn't with me, I will be getting CoalMiner Heather down to my folks place (just to let you know, babe) and I am going to dance on that car. My dad will shit himself, but that is why he works graveyard and sleeps all day.
I knew there was a reason I found a denim mini-skirt in my old bureau last month. Now, if I can just find one in snake skin.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Shitty Music, Great Videos, and a Blogger Promise
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I remember 1985 well, and, unfortunately, if I swung my hair around like that now I'd need a chiropractor in the morning.
Like you said, "If you've got it don't be afraid to use it!" You go girl, the more power to ya!
Aw, hell yeah! I'm there, baby! I was 13 in 1985 and I lurved me some Van Halen, Whitesnake, Poison, Ratt, Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Cinderella, I could just go on and on. I was howling at the big guy in the video as a Robert Palmer girl. Woo hoo! Hmmmm, maybe I should convince Ty-man and his guy friends to do that for Halloween... :)
I don't think I've ever heard that song before, but I'm with you on the video - classic.
I remember when they used to play music on MTV...
Well, in 1985 I was 20/21 (depending upon the time of year), and had two kids, but, I still remember those days pretty well! That was before my first marriage went to shit! We had some GOOD times back then! :0)
Ya better get video of you doin' the Tawny on that Jag [and share it with us]!!
I love that song!
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