For the Love Of....
I have it bad.
I know, I know, I am more so a child of the 90's by age.
But having four older siblings who were so deeply entrenched in the culture of the 80's, a lot of it rubbed off.
The first tape I ever owned was given to me by my brother. It was Europe. Wings of Tomorrow. I remember carrying my little playskool tape player around with me and listening to that tape over and over. I think I was 7. Dreamer was my favorite song.
Early on, I also inherited an Erasure tape and a Pet Shop Boys tape. They were treasures. I memorized every song.
The Erasure love may be genetic, though, since Keith has also discovered Erasure and I am so proud that they are also ranking number one with him right now. His favorite song is as he calls it Broken Dreams (in actuality it is called Circus). Can't say that I blame him since it is one of my favorites by them as well.
Monday Jeffrey was going through some of my CDs and asked if he would like any of them.
As I looked at the ones he was contemplating, I morphed back into a giddy school girl.
Def Leppard, Guns N Roses, Concrete Blonde, Jon Bon Jovi.
And so, when I should have been sleeping, I stayed up watching youtube videos of my childhood bands.
Def Leppard is still my favorite for getting up and doing something music. It fills me with fire. Not bad consuming fire, but fire that is converted into energy making things go lightyears faster. And I think I would have seriously crushed on Jon Bon Jovi had I been more into the pop culture and not just the music of the 80's.
I remember being in 7th grade, and the song Always was big. It was my first taste of his music. My radio and I became inseparable as I waited for that song to come on, so I could record it, and wear another tape out. Remember recording songs off the radio? So glad it is easier to get music now days!
I had never seen a picture of him when I was in 7th grade, though. I honestly don't think I had ever seen a picture of him until tonight. Not too shabby, I must say. Jeffrey rolled his eyes when I said that, but I melt for hair like his. The shaggy frosted beach hair look. Melt like a snowball in feverish hands. It doesn't even have to be frosted. The beach hair. It gets me every time. Always has.
Oh, the sweet 80's. In so many ways I am glad they are gone (can we talk about eye killing style?), but the music will always reign supreme in my book.