Wind in My Hairband
I grew up in the 80's...like, I was born in 1979 so...you do the math. I could stop there, but no. I am contractually obligated to delve into it and drag you deep down in with me.
You see...my uncle owned a roller skating rink, which was AWWWWE...SOME! Even before he owned it, we still went there almost every weekend. The old man who owned the place before my uncle knew my sister and I by name, always just handed us our skates and tugged on our pig tails as we made our way to the carpeted locker area to change into feet of fury.
My life revolved around music when I was younger. I know every song by Patsy Cline, Jim Reeves, The Charlie Daniels Band, Alabama, and Elvis. Oldies and country were a common practice in my house. But when I got my first am/fm radio that was all mine, and I turned on Rock 105...my life changed forever. I heard guitars in a way I'd never hear them before! I heard drum beats that seemed to pound my very soul! I heard angst for the first time, and though there wasn't a word for it at 5 or 6 years old, I felt it. The ridiculous lyrics were more than anything ever uttered by The Judds and, while they don't make a heap of sense today, you swore back then that those songs were written for you on the very day you discovered them.
I know they aren't attractive. But compared with what we had to look at at the time,
Yes, that's the legendary Bill Gates...
What choice did we have? Axel Rose is hott compared to this guy. It pains me to say it...but you know it's true.
There were lots of great 80's artists. I remember summertime mostly, and a lot of what we listened to was Def Leppard, Poison, Whitesnake, Megadeath, Duran Duran, Journey, AC/DC, U2, Rick Springfield, The Cure, The Gogo's, The Talking Heads, and who could forget Madonna.
There's so much more to this topic...but it's late. So I leave you with visions of unicorns and airbrushed anythings. Rock on children of the 80's. Rock on.
You see...my uncle owned a roller skating rink, which was AWWWWE...SOME! Even before he owned it, we still went there almost every weekend. The old man who owned the place before my uncle knew my sister and I by name, always just handed us our skates and tugged on our pig tails as we made our way to the carpeted locker area to change into feet of fury.
My life revolved around music when I was younger. I know every song by Patsy Cline, Jim Reeves, The Charlie Daniels Band, Alabama, and Elvis. Oldies and country were a common practice in my house. But when I got my first am/fm radio that was all mine, and I turned on Rock 105...my life changed forever. I heard guitars in a way I'd never hear them before! I heard drum beats that seemed to pound my very soul! I heard angst for the first time, and though there wasn't a word for it at 5 or 6 years old, I felt it. The ridiculous lyrics were more than anything ever uttered by The Judds and, while they don't make a heap of sense today, you swore back then that those songs were written for you on the very day you discovered them.
I know they aren't attractive. But compared with what we had to look at at the time,
Yes, that's the legendary Bill Gates...
What choice did we have? Axel Rose is hott compared to this guy. It pains me to say it...but you know it's true.
There were lots of great 80's artists. I remember summertime mostly, and a lot of what we listened to was Def Leppard, Poison, Whitesnake, Megadeath, Duran Duran, Journey, AC/DC, U2, Rick Springfield, The Cure, The Gogo's, The Talking Heads, and who could forget Madonna.
There's so much more to this topic...but it's late. So I leave you with visions of unicorns and airbrushed anythings. Rock on children of the 80's. Rock on.
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