Love is so strange
How we change from day to night
Love is so strange
How we change from black to white
The music of our childhood and early adulthood...it seems that no matter how crappy the music is of the time, there's still a strong, lasting connection to it. Recently I've been listening to some of the albums I've used to blast 'er up in my ride's cassette player or in the apartment during those hazy college days. And when was that, you might ask? Well, that was during the whole Duran Duran/Flock Of Seagulls/Men Without Hats time now called The '80s.
You can't mistake the time frame from when this music came from; the heavily processed vocals, over-synthesized sounds of Yamaha DX-7's and the Sonar drums brought way to the front of the mix (you can thank Hugh Padgham and Phil Collins for that distinctive booming noise). And lyrics that weren't exactly mind tingling. Along with the spandex and mullets, that's what makes VH-1 Classic's "We Are The Eighties" so entertaining. OK, sure, there were a lot of great artists of that time and there are for every era, but more often than not they got pushed to the fringes; a trend from that time which persists to this day.
But, I digress. I used to think Morris Day's Colour Of Success was such a great set of jams, then I cued it up recently for the first time since wine coolers were outselling Budweisers and got a hard cringe out of it. Same with most of Robert Palmer's Riptide. I got a semi-cringe out of Hall & Oates' Big Bam Boom, although "Out Of Touch" is still a great pop tune. Even Miles Davis' formally beloved Tutu hadn't aged all that well (the full SLOB review) and Miles' records typically have the opposite effect. I haven't gone back to "rediscover" Wang Chung's Mosaic or ABC's How To Be A Millionaire but uh, I don't think I'll need to. I know they suck, now. But curiously, they made me pretty happy back then. Ah, to be young and foolish and drunk again.