Oh, you thought we were done with 30 Years of Music last week, did you? Why, no! Of course we need a bonus round. Because I started this column near the end of 2012, 30 years from that point would be 1982, so it’s only fitting to bring myself back for one more retro round. We’ve got a wealth of not-so-recent musical riches, so let’s get to it.
Like many years that begin a decade, 1990 straddles what we typically associate with ’80s and ’90s music. We’ve still got big hair and basic performance videos, but there are hints at what is to come. Put on your black turtleneck, fluff that hair, and let’s get to it.
1985 had a lot of truly awful and cheesy pop songs, friends, but never fear – we still have ten excellent songs to celebrate this week. Also, I may or may not become overly fixated on everyone’s hair.
The Letter T is another jumbo-sized letter because I couldn’t make up my damn mind. So many good songs, so much with which to sing along. Let’s get to it:
Oh, friends, D has a surprising amount of great songs. I probably could have easily swapped in so many here, but sometimes my choices come down to two criteria: 1) Do I have a story behind loving this song? 2) Every time I hear this song, do I say/think, “This really is one of the best songs ever,” and feel compelled to sing along? These songs meet those criteria. I hope you like them, too.
Subtitle: The lyrical journey of a hormone-crazed 17 year old
When I was offered the opportunity to submit something to do with the summer I was 17, only the topic of music would do as it defined me at the time. Coincidentally, it happened to be the first summer I found myself penning odes in a letter that would accompany the “mix cassette” I would painstakingly create for the objects of my desire . So I decided to review some of my favorite sonnets, and to my awe there was a common carnal thread flowing subtly and insidiously through them. Here are five that eptiomized my perverted chivalric bent. Read More 1987 – The Year Music First Expressed My Love