I am truly an 80s lover. I was a teen in the 80s, not a child, but I coveted a lot of things kids liked in the 80s(My Pet Monster, for example) as well as the stuff teens were into. So I feel I have a sort of double-whammy 80s love.
I especially reveled in the music. Although I am probably a bigger fan now of hand-played music, all the techno of the 80s radio airwaves was like nothing we’d ever heard before; it was fresh, exciting, and sometimes really bizarre.
Enter the music video. Called “promo films” in the 60s, music videos were nothing new; it’s simply that when I was a teen a mind-blowingly cool channel called MTV gathered all those promo films of current songs together and came rocking into the lives of those of us who had the mystical “cable”, which I at first thought was an actual cable that connected to a movie theater!!!!!
So where am I going with this? I’m setting up that I was a true MTV kid. My generation was always ready for the next big video that came out, talking with friends at school about new videos that next day, taping videos on my family’s top-loading VCR to be able to not only hear the song over and over until I could get the record or tape, but to analyze the video or be able to pause it on cool shots and cute guys wearing way too much makeup. Videos might be surreal mini-movies or straight-up “live performances” on stage with the artists lip-synching.
Then there was Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit”.
I have reviewed several spooky/unsettling videos on here; I still have yet to review “Rockit”,but I may overcome that this season.
A video whose song I loved and was a little freaked out by its video is “Go Insane” by Lindsey Buckingham. Buckingham is one of those artists whom I didn’t know were part of other, bigger entities when I discovered them back in the 1980s, when my music tastes were developing. Once I learned he was part of Fleetwood Mac, I felt a little embarrassed. Same story with Paul McCartney—– once I figured out McCartney was one of the Beatles, I had to backtrack and realize that was Paul singing on on so many of my favorite old songs. I could go on—-Robert Plant, Roger Daltrey, Jeff Lynne, etc. Anyway, Lindsey Buckingham’s “Go Insane” video has some of the early roots of computer animation and good old superimposing at work, making some pretty wacky stuff for its time..for instance:
THIS is the episode that made me a fan of Tales... a brilliant, funny, gross and star-studded episode called “A Case of the Stubborns”! I can remember when this debuted—my parents were out to dinner and I was alone in the house with this horrible/amazing show and for some reason I couldn’t wait to tell them about it when they got back!
First, the synopsis: Jodie (played by a darling teen Christian Slater) and his mom are eating breakfast, getting ready for the viewing and funeral of the very recently-deceased Titus Tolliver, the patriarch of their family. He is Jodie’s grandpa and it looks like the father of his mom(I think I remember her calling him “Daddy” once or twice?). All of a sudden, who should come clomping downstairs and bellering but Titus himself!
This is a pic of me from 1989–more on how I know in a minute. But it’s Dog Day, folks!
I don’t have a dog right now, and it’s just as well; I don’t need anything right now that doesn’t poop in a litter box or a tray and I have to take it outside. But I love dogs, and at this time, my family had three; Trinket(not pictured but she was actually over to the right), my first dog, was an elderly dachshund-poodle mix and clearly the boss of the dogs; Toby(left) a mix of probably German shepherd and maybe collie; and Harold(right), a big, chunky mix of what I guess might have been husky and lab, maybe some collie or something else thrown in. This was back when most mixed-breed dogs were combinations of shepherds, spaniels, setters and small hounds. I miss those days.
We lived in Stone Mountain here, and my parents were still married. The shirt I am wearing was airbrushed in Panama City Beach using Tom Petty’s 1989 Spin magazine cover as reference. I had just returned from a trip with one of my best high school friends and her family to Panama City Beach and I had gotten that t-shirt done with the last speck of money I had brought on the trip with me!
Ah, those simpler times. I was starting college soon, and my parents’ marriage was about to come to a screeching, burning ruin, although I had no idea at the time. But my dogs got to live on at this house all to ripe old ages. I think Toby was the last to go, well into his teens. Our dogs were all outdoor dogs, but we spent a lot of time outdoors with them, plus they had heated doghouses and had it pretty darned good. In the last years of their lives each dog spent a lot of time inside so we could care for them more suitably.
Harold drove us crazy with his super-loud barking, Toby was an escape artist and Trinket liked bury rocks all over the place, but they were wonderful, funny, sweet dogs. I miss this little bunch.