Daniel Hatadi is evil and he must be stopped!
Just the other day, fresh back from my travels to the coast, I grabbed my favourite cup, poured something unmentionable and sat down in front of my computer.
Well, after I kicked Skittles off my office chair, which he'd staked a claim to while I was away.
I was really looking forward to catching up on what had been happening in the blogging world. I dallied a bit while I was away, thieving internet from people with wireless networks who didn't take the trouble to secure their access. Good thing I'm not into porn or anything illegal...
So, I drop by Down in the Hole. Now, Stuart's blog will always take top spot in my heart, because it was the first blog I ever read - strictly for interview research (so I'm suing him for the addiction) but I've discovered a number of great blogs I like to drop by semi-regularly, as much as possible, just to let people know they aren't talking to themselves via the keyboard. I mean, if nobody's listening, lose the keyboard and the spell-checker, already! Just go for straight dialogue or talk to plants or something.
And Daniel was posting about 80's music. Lordy, what a trip. 80's music - the forgotten songs, the ones you haven't heard in a dog's age. Yeah, talk about nostalgic urges, Daniel. I'm reading names on the post and then the comments
- Queen: Princes Of The Universe
- Thomas Dolby: She Blinded Me With Science
- Cyndi Lauper: What A Thrill
- Glenn Fry: The Heat Is On
- Taco: Puttin' On The Ritz
"Excellent for tap dancing, I used to listen to this on my huge, portable FM headphones." - probably a bit more than I needed to know, Daniel - the image of you tap dancing...
And then there were these mentions:
I Wanna Be a Cowboy by Boys Don't Cry?
Cars by Gary Nueman?
Belle Stars: Sign of the Times
Thomas Dolby: Hyperactive
Vitamin Z: Burning Flame
The Cult: She Sells Sanctuary
Icicle Works: Whisper to a Scream
Talk Talk: It’s my life
Haircut 100: Love plus one
"Love My Way" by the Psychedelic Furs.
The Cult - "Rain?"
So, I got sucked in at HMV, replacing some missing U2 and INXS, and picked up Classic Alternatives - 80's Retro Hits and Big Shiny 80's. Yep, that's right, I spent all my allowance and now I have 5 cd's of blast-from-the-musical-past to listen to.
But shock of horrors, Classic Alternatives had SHE SELLS SANCTUARY by THE CULT CD #1 and song #1.
Now I have, in addition to that one, songs like:
Love Songs - Simple Minds
Relax - Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Cars - Gary Numan
Tainted Love - Soft Cell
If You Leave - OMD
Whisper to a Scream - Icicle Works
Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggies
Call Me - Blondie
Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran (brought to mind courtesy of The Shield last season)
I Ran - A Flock of Seagulls (in my head thanks to the stupid but funny Pepsi commercial with the retro hair)
It's my Life - Talk Talk
Modern Love - David Bowie
Shock The Monkey - Peter Gabriel (where did the Gabriel cd's go? Damn Kevin and the locked box in his office.)
You might think - The Cars
99 Luft Balloons - Nena - now there's a flashback!
Train in Vain - The Clash
White Wedding - Billy Idol
Back on the Chain Gang - Pretenders
Suspicious Minds - Fine Young Cannibals (still the best version ever)
Love Shack - B-52's
Love my May - The Psychedelic Furs
LIFE IN A NORTHERN TOWN - The Dream Academy (what a trip! Talk about half of my life, or so I thought...)
Always something there to remind me - Naked Eyes
Is it just me, or does the music you listen to in your teen years resonate with you on a different level, no matter how much time has passed? I still hear The Joshua Tree and close my eyes and I'm back in my office in Gravenhurst (I had an office and a bedroom in my parent's house) looking out at trees and rock cuts that stretched for miles and it's a spring day, not too hot, not too cold, a nice gentle breeze and I've got a record player as well as the boom box.
Oddly enough, just last night I was sitting up, listing to Ian Rankin in part one of the BBC's series Music to Die For - an exploration of the evolving role of music in crime fiction. I've always thought it a brilliant way to add to characterization - there are moments when Rebus is listening to Jackie Leven that I can just hear Classic Northern Divisions or Desolation Blues or whatever the mood calls for. And The Blue Nile. Oh, yeah, great band.
So, you know, I protest, but thanks Daniel, for the flashback, and for making me break open the piggy bank and go retro.
I'll die my hair blue and get a mohawk next.
And as though that isn't retro enough for you, time to sue the people trying to make me either fat or a smoker...