Monday, December 29, 2008

So This Stripper From Space Comes Skating Down Into The Path Of A Spy In The 1930s...

I cannot believe the 25th anniversary of the greatest moment in my personal music history came and went and it took a late-night intervention by to remind me. Shameful, I know.

For Christmas of 1983, I was given a radio. My very own radio. It was from Sears, and it had a broken tuner. That was sad, but the second one, the second one...oh the times we had. I also got the first shipment of my Columbia House record club crack cassettes, Private Eyes by Hall and Oates, the Flashdance soundtrack, the soundtrack to Return of the Jedi, and then two albums I didn't even realize my family knew I wanted--because even I didn't know they were the ones I'd been obsessing over for the past month or so, After Eight by Taco and Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by Eurythmics.

Also included in the box was Lionel Richie's self-titled solo debut, the only one I used to lie and say wasn't part of the original six just so I could listen to Olivia Newton John's Greatest Hits Volume 2 instead.

To make up for missing the taking up of my main drug of choice (next to cats, which is a condition I was born with), I'm going to subject you to the videos for the main hits off each of these glorious works. Note how the only version of You Are I could find totally lacks Lionel Richie. Hmm.

I suggest you let all these load and play them at the same time. Because that's a good approximation of living in my head on a good day.



Ari said...

Oh. My. Gosh. I had the same Christmas, I think. Around the same time, I got a cassette player that recorded. Ohhhh, the fake educational films and radio shows we made. Yessss.

BrideOfPorkins said...

SWEET! Do you still have them?

I hope I still have a tape with a whole discussion on how to stop the recording, it's all "I think eject stops it." "No, that'll just spit the tape out!" "But it says stop and eject!" Once we mastered that we put on the most awful variety shows, I should try to copy those to CD, if only to taunt my cousin with his young voice. >:)